Art & Video by Brock Rizy
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I was born riding a horse. Sadly, that’s the last thing I had to do with horses, if you don’t include performing that scene from Equus in Mr. Cure’s Theatre 2 class, and having seen movies that feature Sarah Jessica Parker. I still think about them all the time. All the time. When I grew above 5 feet and 3 inches tall, I knew my aspiration to reunite with the hosts of horsedom as a steeplechase jockey was beyond my proverbial reach (obviously, I could literally reach farther than any of those little guys), so I turned to cartooning. The only remaining evidence of my primary desire is the occasional longing look at the print of Toulouse-Lautrec’s The Jockey (1899) that hangs on the wall above my toilet. Or, above the discarded KFC bucket I used while living out of that storage unit back in spring of 2004. Toulouse-Lautrec could have been a mighty Jockey. A Jockey for the ages. Instead he painted gross French women. Which is what I too decided to do, but instead of paint: pencils and vector graphics. Instead of gross French women: atypically attractive freckled women and cigar-smoking chickens.

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