I didn’t have time to draw a ‘tea time’ pic today but tomorrow I’m all set to get back on the case. Here I am in my ‘ready-for-action’ artist’s gear (hairy legs, model’s own).
Me aged 100. I expect I’ll still be at war with the local cat population. This is for a competition set up by Phil McAndrew.
Following on yesterday’s post, I might as well continue with this character. I feel some bad poetry coming on.
Is it ‘with whom’ of ‘with who’? I can never remember.
I’m nailing my (new) creed to the church door here. I’ve never had the urge to draw constantly – I can go weeks without drawing and I don’t miss it one bit. I’ve loads of nice expensive sketchbooks which just felt too beautifully pristine to fill with my silly scribblings (my drawing paper of choice is Tesco value copier paper) and so sit empty, yellowing and neglected.
But I’ve probably not done myself any favours. Development cannot come without practice.
So here goes.
And a bone for my friend…
This triple-headed comicbot (or possibly a design for a nerd version of the Charlie’s Angels logo) was inspired by a day spent selling comics at the Alternative Press Fair. Myself, Sarah McIntyre and Wes White shared a table and barely found ourselves with a few minutes of quiet all day thanks to a very busy event.
I knew organiser Jimi Gherkin and team had put a lot of effort in the publicity of the event and it certainly paid off as from the door opening until the end of the day the place was chock-a-block with punters. Everyone seemed to be selling, whatever their style or subject matter and there appeared to be many people new to the comic and creative arts scene.
Jimi’s always keen to have a mix of alternative and applied arts in with the comics at the few events in which he’s been involved. It’s an area I’ve personally found hugely interesting and there was plenty of inspiration for future projects on the handmade books and prints side of things, which I intend to pursue.
Couple of snaps:
I recently had my monthly shearing at the barber’s. My local barber is Turkish, and whilst he doesn’t run an official ‘Turkish barber shop’, he still does the little extras that you might expect, including the flaming taper in the ears for those hard-to-get follicles (although my barber uses his cigarette lighter in place of the taper – this is south London).
I find getting a haircut one of the most relaxing ways to spend a half hour and have been known to nod off whilst in the chair on occasion. Aside from the snip-snip of the scissors and the buzz of the clippers it’s usually very quiet: just old men with the afternoon newspapers and the occasional sulky kiddies bribed into compliance with the promise of a Chupa Chups lollipop.
So handy to have feet that can peel fruit. I’ve been working on a project that I really enjoy but the tight deadline has driven me slightly bananas (hence the above pic). I’m in the home straight now, better get back to it.
I (sadly only briefly) met up with Sarah McIntyre and husband Stuart, and Will Kirkby for a pint in a recommended pub in Borough on Friday night. An A-Z was required to navigate through the dark and meandering Victorian streets, but cozy beer treats awaited at the Lord Clyde.
According to the blurb, the pub is located near the site of the Tabard Inn (starting point for Chaucer’s Canterbury pilgrims) and Dickens lodged nearby whilst Dickens Snr. was locked up in the Marshalsea debtors prison on Borough High Street. We only talked about comics, of course.