The oldest piece of art I can find on a random archeological paper garbage dig is a Fart Day card for my cousin. Obviously we were very close. I worshiped her, she was 4 years older and the closest thing to a sibling I had. She was incredibly talented and intelligent, probably the brightest of all the children in our family. It's really too bad she lost herself to whatever she's doing now. She could have been anything, Jackie could sing, dance, rip apart a mathematical equation, and write but she chose the the dark road. I made this less for her and more for the love of comedy.
Fart Day, what an original idea. Every day is something day now, it's almost annoying. My favorite part of this art is the two floating butts with heads shooting farts at one another. It's the sun and the moon, romantic, no? If it had a proper edit, “Roses are red, Farts are invisible, Skunks stink and so do you.” I like this card, the poetry is riveting. How many other children invented a holiday at the age of four or six? Fart day will totally catch on someday. “You’re dumb,” such an elegant conclusion. Around this same time, as I was obviously obsessed with gas, I started breaking wind into a beautiful glass perfume jar. I saved it for weeks and gave it to my Uncle Mark for his birthday. He was so happy I gave him a birthday present. He took a big whiff, looked ill, shot me a disgusted look and walked away, still holding the bottle. I was sad he didn’t like my present, but it was Jackie’s idea; she was kind of wicked, and got a kick out of getting me in trouble. I thought it would be funny. Fail. This drawing was done about the same time, in 1981. Happy Fart Day!
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