WHENever and IF ever I draw another Caricature...

I am, and painfully do I admit such...a caricature artist. A mere "Sketcher".You know, the ones that sit ruefully at parade-side; public fairs; economy-ride carnivals and, too, I suppose that some aspire to Disneyland for higher forms of pay to draw pictures that the public demands at YOUR expense for a lifetime of experience to accomplish their will to be 'had' in merely 2/3 a minute or less--and onto a plane of paper with charcoal or a splash of color...they can immediately roll up and place a rubber band on and hand you (merely) a check which may or may not have a financial statement to sustain the blow to an ARTISTs too much reserve to chortle up a ..."come again!"

But what if you WANT that position as an artist with Disney somewhere. And, where people get to keep their treasure w cash aloft, and up front. THESE are THEY with exceptional talent to coiffe the man, woman or child in a mere instant...thus supplying a will to linger a bit longer for the trial to keep the nervous leg twitch at a stunning humm ... and with the goofy giggle that NEVER (well, HardlyEver) lets itself go when in the presence of a true Master of the Craft. For to be in a presence with THAT kind of art skill... whew! But whatever for?

We with that skill, never will to have known what we all eventually DO end up knowing. The cheapskate with the elegant brow, will persue you FIRST with his idiocyncratic myrth of a plastic debit card, but you get to say NO for once...there at DisneyWorld or DisneyLAND your craft was revered for once..and you don't have to accept anything but CASH on the line and up front for you know a face so well before it's even drawn, and having drawn and drawn and drawn too many with that very same face, WHO coincidentally ALWAYS tries to chisle you down to a minus sum for he adds his wife and child to claim you havn't any right to magnify a price if only ONE piece of paper is involved. That DNA provides the very evidence for that man's pert quip is an astounding thing--that is, having once learned it.

Should you take such for granted you will not have remembered...THIS man with His check was the very same face (not person, just face) that said the same, enticed you into making ammendments to your will not to have to linger longer albeit the same piece of paper...to accommodate his two children as well... and when you accepted the check for being too young and not at DISNEYLAND yet to know better...you hit the financial institutions with glee for the mere NEED is too strong to think they were using an empty space in the bucket they call 'getting even'... and no funds came up to substitute for your child needs for a pair of shoes ...or the lackluster banner crossing the shoulder to get to keep the crown one of them gladly showed such a monkey of fate...never to get it back...

That is what a character study ARTIST learns in his craft. THAT those with that precise face and style to manage your brain are NOT those that willingly pay for what they claim they want to myrth your pockets empty linings with as well.

But to boot. Here is their pay off. THESE same fellers or madams that will cheat you have that very same skill to know by YOUR electric expression , that you are theirs for the plucking. FOR you have a propensity to love others and eagerly await to serve them when they come with all their spectacularly accomplished en-robidged brainings to coiffe themselves with a rarer combing and that pair of pants never fails to identifrighten you away from attempting to please that you might get cash in return for all your expertiese (oddly, by too much practice, too much capacity to have learned the forbinging skills of observation MAKING you a Master at what you do)...they raped your face in an instant. And knew you were good for the mere gulliblurr'd nuance of hope on your expression to have said, "I'll try"alone. They don't want your "try". They want your very most un-humble will to cram that paper down their throat--for no one ever knew what you know about them... And it will hurt both ways.

Your failure to get bucks against their lost ego at being found out to be a miser.

What of it?

That ship has rocked me too soundly since 2nd Grade. But if I stop here. You won't want to miss what I might have energetically said against us all. But then, so will others learn. And I fear to shread more light upon those faces ... for our lives are not sound or even OURS with this knowledge to pursue is being about with rampance and that was a missed need to know.