Why Puppets?

Posted by Steve on Aug 12, 2009 in Prehistory | Subscribe


Why would anyone choose to spend such an inordinate amount of time, energy and money on something with zero chance of getting them laid?  There is no good answer to this question.  It was an inevitability.  It was the only way.  Puppets are just how I roll, since small times.  Real talk.


I can’t quite trace the puppet kick back to its true origin because it’s shrouded in the hazy vault of early childhood memory.  However, I do know that I’ve generally preferred the company of projects to people since fledgling days and I suppose the idea of being able to build a cast rather than befriend one appealed to me.  Here I am aged ten, teetering on the edge of the rye, still blissfully unselfconscious and totally wrapped up in the making of things with little thought for whether or not it’s normal.


This is a third grade biography book report I did on the 27-page epic “Jim Henson: Creator of the Muppets,” by Rita Petrucelli.  Not sure why I drew him rocking a Fraggle Rock shirt — especially one with a Doozer on it — maybe because children are pathological narcissists and I was projecting?  Maybe I just wanted to draw a Doozer.


Here’s a more recent portrait I made of the friendly hippie who’s come to dominate my world view.  He is wearing a kerchief, probably to spite the establishment, but maybe just to balance out all that paisley.


The substance of my book report proves both prophetic and saddly ironic.  Though I “liked learning how the Muppets’ personalities changed over the years,” mine clearly hasen’t shifted since the writing of this paper.  I am a more cluttered collection of influences and eccentricities, certainly, but the foundation remains unaltered.  It is still made of felt.