Some truths about the artist

            When the paparazzi are hounding me, their usual question remains to be:  “Who really is Marc Hughes?”
            I ease their ravenous hunger with the fact that I’m a Scorpio, proudly left-handed, (and have never been disciplined by a nun to change it), enjoy vacuuming, have two cute kids who like to eat seaweed, live in rural Vermont, (though I don’t wear flannel), I ski as if I’m still twenty-five and frequent a chiropractor as if I were forty, my coffee is Turkish strong, my ideas come to me after a good wine, and my lovely wife accepts me as a carnivore, (she’s a lifetime vegetarian!  Now that’s priceless).
            I have been drawing cartoons since my eventual mastery of a real good “Snoopy-on-his-doghouse” picture.  I only got seriously illustrating when someone was finally kind enough to pay me for it.
            Within that span of time I’ve been able to define my style to those paparazzi as such:  informative, storytelling visuals, which, only sometimes, may be whimsical and funny.  However, to be more precise, it is the conveying of a message that my cartoon characters do best, even if the subject is serious.  Cartoons, (though easily typecast), are not just for humor or politician-bashing, they can teach kids about healthy choices, they can illustrate sobering tales of the effects of depression on families or can simply explain aloud why you should scoop your doggie’s poop near lakes and in parks.  In any case, this is what I do and do best, but don’t take my word for it- go take a good long look and decide for yourself.

Your friend and compatriot,
Marc Hughes