There’s a little bit of Shaggy in artist Andy Davis, a certain lankiness around the elbows and shoulders, and when he’s in profile on a longboard, black neoprene hugging his frame, he seems improbably slender. Sometimes when he surfs, he’s preternaturally still, as if he isn’t moving but the background is, like in a Hanna-Barbera cartoon.
There’s some Scooby-Doo in Davis, too. When his beard is full, it takes on the wide, curving shape of Scooby’s chin, and its color, a kind of ginger brown, will be familiar to any kid who’s zoned out to the hijinks of Mystery Inc. with a bowl of Cap’n Crunch on his or her lap.
Photo by Aaron Regan Perhaps even more apparent is that Davis shares the sweetness of these two best friends, their soft hedonism and stoke and aloha. One doesn’t spend time with Davis or experience his art without feeling a little lighter, a little more hopeful—as if
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