he was a favorite of mine,

as was The Flintstones cartoon. I sketched in pencil and colored him with pastels years ago, over twenty years ago. The small canvas has been in my offices, living rooms, bathrooms, home office. A company vice president asked me to sell it to him. I couldn’t part with it, so I created another — nowhere nearly as “perfect” as this one — and I gave it to him. He told me he would have never known it wasn’t like the original. But it lacked the oomph this one has.

To me, it is perfect — others I have made pale in comparison. That happens to me with all of the art I have created. When I try to replicate it, it becomes obsolete. I have been unable to capture any of it the same. It is never as good.  Kind of odd, I think. It happens with reading sometimes. Most books lose their magic after the first reading or after a few. Some never do. Anyway, I came upon this photo today by chance.

don’t really know where bugs is at this moment

Probably in a box. I’m looking around, but no, don’t see it. He was the desktop art on my computer eons ago and made a cameo in my first novel. Truly.