On Saturday, it became imperative I fill one wall of my studio with drawings of my – how do I say this – my 2-dimensional friends.

It’s the only thing I know to call them. I’m not trying to be cute.

I dragged the deskjet color printer up from the first floor.  I didn’t freak out when it printed everything green. I found a box marked “Printer Cartridges for the Deskjet” and they fit! They calibrated themselves. And the printer didn’t jam. White paper went in … and my friends emerged.

My friends.

As each appeared I experienced utter delight.

Utter.

Delight.

“Well, Helloooo!!!” I actually said that aloud.  “I’m so happy to SEEEEEE you” – and I was.  I was thrilled to see each of them – even the laconic frog crooning in a Calaveras honky-tonk.

I was thrilled to see each of them – even the laconic frog crooning in a Calaveras honky-tonk. Share on X

I don’t understand it.  I could see them any time on my computer. They’re just drawings – they’re not actual people. I drew them myself.  It’s not like I met them — but it feels like I did.  They feel like friends.

And I love having them in my room. Playing the piano. Handing me a martini.  Smelling the world with a slight air of suspicioon.  Offering me a place to sit – on them.

I LOVE them. I LOVE having them in the room with me.

I still don’t get why – why it’s so utterly delightful and happy-making.

But it is.

It is SOOOOOO good to SEE them.