Michael Crawford was a cartoonist and a painter, a wry and sensitive artist who woke each day with his head full of dreams. Straight from bed he reached for his pencils and pad, the better to get those images and word clusters down on paper. For at least an hour every morning, "Michael was mining his dreams," his wife, Carolita Johnson, also a cartoonist for this magazine, said. "And when it came to cartoons he just …
SOURCE: The New Yorker at 10:53AM on July 16, 2016