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Leider habe ich damals in den 90ern nicht mehr aus diesen Figuren gemacht. Ein paar Skizzen gibt es noch. Vielleicht zeichne ich sie irgendwann mal fertig.

From my archive – What happened so far: On Christmas Eve of 1954, a mysterious letter was delivered to Professor Sartorius (the brother-in-law of the President) by an likewise mysterious messenger. Two days later, Lady Bridget Baloney disappeared without a trace. Sartorius was forced to intervene. Would his opponents reveal themselves this time? – Soon after: One evening Clumsy found a book. She showed it to her friends Corpse and Clubfoot. Both were very happy. Clumsy shared her enthusiasm. (Unfortunately, I did not work out those characters back in the 90s, there are some sketches left, maybe I’ll finish them someday.)

Vor gut und gerne 25 Jahren entstanden, als ich noch Steinmetz war und nicht jeden Abend in der Kneipe meinen Frust in Bier ertränken konnte. Also hab ich halt solchen Blödsinn gemacht.

From my archive – Clumsy, Corpse & Club. What had happened so far: Off the coast of Tahiti, Admiral John Garlic (the presidential brother-in-law) had been hit by a heavy storm. Only with difficulty his brave crew could persuade him to board a lifeboat. When the proud Mary-Ann Brunswick finally sank into the flood, even the admiral had to crush so many tears. – Meanwhile: what am I doing? Is there a deeper meaning in that? Is it indifference? Things just happen. It’s so hard to really have control. Maybe someone wants to say something? „Go home and wash yourself.“ „Yeah!“
(Created about 25 years ago, when I was still a stonemason and could not drown my frustration in beer in the pub every evening. So I just fabricated such nonsense)

Vermutlich irgendwann in den 90ern als Geschenk entstanden, aber ich weiß leider nicht mehr für wen. Hinweise nimmt jedes Reisebüro entgegen.

From my archive – Shadows are everywhere. Big ones, little ones. Every shit has one. And every fart. Only shadows have none. Some shadows have to stay awake at night. This one for example. The nose shadow of Mr. M. – Mr. M. never leaves his lantern. During the day Mr. M. is sleeping, but his nose shadow never sleeps! How he wishes to see the sun once. But the nose always gets in his way. In the evening Mr. M. has got a problem. A prosthesis helps. Mr. M. spends a quiet evening, while his nose shadow enjoys himself.
(Probably originated sometime in the 90s as a gift, but unfortunately I do not remember who I did it for.)

Diesen Cartoon hab ich irgendwann in den 90ern für Freunde gemacht, die nach Trulli in Süditalien gefahren sind.

From my archive. – I made this cartoon sometime in the 90s for friends who went to Trulli in southern Italy.

The others – My parents believe that brain grows on trees. – And you don’t believe that? – No. Don’t you think it’s terrible that we eat your brain? – Well, that’s regulated by the market. As a security-oriented investor, I also have brain stocks in my portfolio.

The others – Have fun with our product. Goodbye. – Are you always alone? Don’t you have a family? – No. My bank advised against it.

Meanwhile …

The others – Wouldn’t you rather be dead, like me? – No, not yet. – Why not? Then you wouldn’t have to live under the bed. – To die during a period of low-interest would be economic nonsense.

The others – You will be satisfied with the product. Goodbye. – My parents say you do not exist and I have nightmares. – You’re lucky! For nightmares, we have a brand new product on offer.