Like snowflakes, no two sketches are alike. Each master's eyes unlock different secrets. But not unlike Mark Rothko, de Kooning, and the Action School Painters of 1950's New York, the Fisherman's Wharf caricaturists are a thematically unified group of artists.

COMMON SYMBOLISM: In almost every portrait, my oversized head hovers above a much smaller city of San Francisco (symbolic of a strange UFO invasion, perhaps?). In others, my disembodied cranium is seen riding a charter boat or cable car, half its size.

But to where?!!

To a land of large-headed, bodiless beings! To a land where I hold an omnipotent position in the universe!

But that's beside the point. We all wear large-headed masks in our smiling society. And what lies underneath these smiles? Pain! The pain one suffers when one's head is too large! Thank you wharf artists. Thank you for revealing that life isn't all fun and games.