To Mike Mignola, with apologies.
- being another catch-up post, and a potentially tedious exercise in recycling compositional elements:
So above are the basic elements I decided to work with. As I copied it, Imucked around with the copier settings, so there are certain colour changes in the following transformations: In hindsight, the one thing that I would have done different is to leave the words out of the original, but it wasn’t until I’d put them down that I thought of doing multiple variations. The wording (half quoted from an old Faith No More song) kind of prompted that, and since I’m running low on steam these days I’m taking any chance to cheat/inflate my output.
So I’ve been away from the scanner for a while and have only been posting 30 Days mobile snapshots to Twitter. I’ll have to go back and post proper scans later this week so everything is collected here. For now, here is the day’s work:
A return to form: Trying to squeeze some more images out of the objects in my kitchen Felt tip pen and ink wash. Got me one of those portable Pentel watercolour brush pens, and I filled it with an ink/water solution. Still getting to know it, but I like the possibilities it offers.
So, this wasn’t technically drawn on November 6. What I did do that day, however, was fight off a stomach ache, so there. For those not satisfied with the excuse, I’ll happily go into further detail about the whole chain of events, starting with a thai lunch warmed over one time too many.No, the last picture is not my bum getting off the toilet. What kind of person would even ask that?
I’m playing catch-up on my 30 Days entries, so be kind not to point out the difference between the title of this post and its date…In case anybody missed it, I count James Whale’s Frankenstein movies among my healthier obsessions. This comic is sort of the seed for a story that would reflect the whole creation/creature/creator thing. It’s probably been done before, but I’d rather not know about it
Right, moving on quickly to publish the rest of my back log!
Slightly more modest than yesterday’s three palindrome minicomics, this is also a bit of a copout: I’ve actually tried to get this comic together for a few weeks, but I only assembled the five(!) separate plates today (adding fixups and spare parts). The text is a paste-up of Deftones lyrics — I know, it’s turning into a pattern, right? Since the C’est Bon Kultur In><Between exhibition where I first leaned on the band’s song lyrics for inspiration, I’ve returned to them several times.
Maybe maybe you will see more of/like the comic above. I’ll let you know!
Picking up straight out of bed, having my morning coffee while drawing:
Your koan of the day, coloured pencil and charcoal pencil:
A watercolour interpretation of the Danish poster for the 1953 War of the Worlds movie, spiced with a mangled Schwarzenegger quote. Don’t ask me what It’s supposed to be about, I just work here!
In the throes of the unexpected
This describes quite well how I feel most mornings. Otherwise, no comments.
On the heels of Halloween, it’s time for another round of 30 days of comics. I drew the first doodles in my sketchbook driving home from the art school where I’ve been teaching, and I couldn’t scan them until tody. So, sorry about that.
The first one is an attempt at using coloured lines, inspired by Andrew White‘s work (but don’t blame him, he’s a good ‘un). Since I was drawing on the road, there’s a scatterbrained quality that snuck into the comic. I mean more than usual:
Caught in the corner
This one is a backhanded tribute to a Danish cartoonist who inspired and influenced me when I was a teenager. Rune T Kidde‘s irreverent and visually crude comics was a needed wake-up call to a kid reared on fidgetily drawn superhero fare and French/Belgian adventure comics. Earlier this year I helped publish a musical collaboration between Rune and multi-musician Morten “Umpff” Langkilde, and so had a chance to meet a life-long inspiration.
Rune died on 21 October, and I realised on Wednesday the 30th that I’d missed attending his funeral. I feel like a huge idiot for that lapse, and it struck me again while my train ran through his home town of Roskilde. I was on the fence about adding a big fat sadfaced emoticon to the text, but I hope these lines explain the poorly-formulated context. So,