Yuck. Jose Garibaldi is a little sick. Just a little, and it wouldn't beso bad if I could breathe and not cough while I sleep.
I was going through some old sketchbooks this past weekend and
came across some crazy shit. That plus the Stevie Wonder I was
listening to brought back a flood of memories. Mostly good. But
aren't most memories of good times?
Although a lot of the drawings aren't directly documentary of what
was going on, I could remember where I was and how I felt at the
time I did them.
The following are from the 7th sketchbook I kept. The tone changes
about a quarter into the book. I was a 21 year old head over heels in
I started experimenting with color and style. I think this was
the furthest departure from my normal "style" ever. Twas the
Office Max era. Right before I started to make a living as a
cartoonist/illustrator, before I knew how to use a computer. Before
Bush, before 9/11, rediculous oil prices, Patriot Act paranoia,
ahhh, boy with his head in the clouds. De La, Tribe, SNL and Love...
Those were the days. I am proud of how far I've come artistically
and mentally since then. Though, I was much more physically fit
then. Fucking computers.....
Well, here's a couple new sketch pages. Still trickling them out. I'm
working my way back into productivity, albeit slowley...
Working on some Mad Kids isht. Subject to approval...
Jose J Garibaldi
and of course, you know all images are ©2006 Jose Garibaldi. don't copy. don't hate.