Rejects at the animation factory, one for being too sunshine and benign, the other too dark and malevolent. The castoffs of our creativity energy stare back at us from the dustbin/oil drum. As creatures, we are the discarded of our globalmanic dystopia, and find fellowship with other unwanted sentients only by having a shared recycling category.
Though once best known as a musician (Dropsy, Eskimo, The Beth Lisick Ordeal, Top Brown, Supercasanova), and despite his skill with a paint brush (MFA, Mills College), and regardless of his gainful employment as a graphic designer, illustrator and animator, Mr. Cooper has elected, for reasons unknown, to feature only his marginal doodles on this blog. Your comments are highly encouraged, as Mr. Cooper suffers from a crippling need to please.
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Rejects at the animation factory, one for being too sunshine and benign, the other too dark and malevolent. The castoffs of our creativity energy stare back at us from the dustbin/oil drum. As creatures, we are the discarded of our globalmanic dystopia, and find fellowship with other unwanted sentients only by having a shared recycling category.
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