Tantrum
Wilson Charms the Adelies
I didn't have a scanner on my travels this Christmas so I had to make do ...
I think I like this photo better than a pure scan, now.
I think I like this photo better than a pure scan, now.
Trying Something New
Hey, so I'm working on a comic! Just a small one – I'm just dipping my toe in a great big ocean – but with any luck and a lot of concentration I'll have it out by July. Stay tuned!
Pinhole Photography
One of my colleagues is very much into pinhole photography, and as nearly everyone is on downtime these days and looking for stuff to do, he led a class on it. It was fun! These are my results:
They were taken with a piece of photo paper inside a curved tin can, hence the warpy nature of the images. It was fun, and gave a nice satisfying visceral sense of capturing shadows on a sort of shadow-trap flypaper, but my time for hobbies is limited, alas ...
William de Worde
I've been trying to re-read The Truth, but the holidays and some other obligations have gotten in the way. Those are mostly over with now, so I'm back to it, and am constantly impressed being reminded what a good movie it would make.
Can you hear that?
It's the sound of a great story rumbling towards you, in the guise of a runaway cart carrying a printing press.
Can you hear that?
It's the sound of a great story rumbling towards you, in the guise of a runaway cart carrying a printing press.
Smile, Darn Ya, Smile
Birdie Bowers always had the sunniest outlook, even when it was decidedly not sunny.
Okay, to be fair, the letter he wrote home about the storm that nearly sank the Terra Nova was more frank in its appraisal of their circumstances (proving how dire they really were) but he still ended it with "Under its worst conditions this earth is a good place to live in."
Gorgeous Lautrecian Creatures
In my continuing mission to consume all possible information on the Scott expedition, I have recently read Sara Wheeler's biography of Cherry. It was sad in unexpected ways, but interesting ... One point of interest was that during the second winter, when it was 'morally certain' that the polar party was not going to return, Cherry's sketchbook hosted some special guests.
If I had approached this correctly and referred to my research before I started drawing, the bunks would be the right distance apart ... ah well. That's not really the point.
If I had approached this correctly and referred to my research before I started drawing, the bunks would be the right distance apart ... ah well. That's not really the point.
Toronto, Part 1
After New York, I took the train to Toronto. Hooray Toronto! I had a wonderful (if short) time there, and the first place I got to sit and sketch for an extended period was Casa Loma. It's like, this totally awesome castle?
Later research identified the woodpecker as a female Hairy, in case you were in suspense.
Later research identified the woodpecker as a female Hairy, in case you were in suspense.
Race to the End of the Earth
The American Museum of Natural History has an exhibition on, relating to Scott and Amundsen's race* to the South Pole in 1911. As you may have noticed in previous entries, the Scott expedition is an ... interest ... of mine, and Disney insists on letting me walk away with a comfortable disposable income, so I went.
They didn't allow cameras, but they didn't take my sketchbook away. Who wants a load of sketches? You want a load of sketches? You got it!
*Captain Scott says: 'It's not a race! Stop calling it a race! Geez!'
They didn't allow cameras, but they didn't take my sketchbook away. Who wants a load of sketches? You want a load of sketches? You got it!
*Captain Scott says: 'It's not a race! Stop calling it a race! Geez!'
Messin' wit the Shadow Man
I did all sorts of odd jobs animating on Frog, from slight expression changes on a mask to the Disneyest cheering bayou animals. But if I was working on a character, there was one character it was likely to be, and I came to a very important conclusion about the nature of existence about a year ago, which is illustrated here.
I only did eleven scenes of him (and two of those were hand scenes) but I was so enormously, tremendously, gigantically lucky to be a part of that crew, I can hardly express the depths of my gratitude to the powers that be. Most animators never get to work on a character that awesome in their whole careers, never mind on their first feature. Bruce Smith, of course, as supervising animator, is responsible for a huge amount of that awesomeness, because Bruce Smith IS AWESOME. That's all there is to it.
I only did eleven scenes of him (and two of those were hand scenes) but I was so enormously, tremendously, gigantically lucky to be a part of that crew, I can hardly express the depths of my gratitude to the powers that be. Most animators never get to work on a character that awesome in their whole careers, never mind on their first feature. Bruce Smith, of course, as supervising animator, is responsible for a huge amount of that awesomeness, because Bruce Smith IS AWESOME. That's all there is to it.
Viva la Revolucion
Reg Shoe, Ankh-Morpork's own communist agitator. He would pay the ultimate price for his ideals.
... well, sort of ...
The Man Who Was Sunday
Continuing last week's Chesterton theme, here is the leader of the Central Anarchist Council, codename Sunday:
The description of him as an enormous grey elephantine man was quite striking; I must admit my own personal mental image was tainted a bit by Watson in Action Sherlock Brain Theatre.
The description of him as an enormous grey elephantine man was quite striking; I must admit my own personal mental image was tainted a bit by Watson in Action Sherlock Brain Theatre.
The Men Who Weren't Thursday
BBC7 recently had a reading of G.K. Chesterton's The Man Who Was Thursday, which I surprised myself by enjoying quite a lot (though on reflection, 'eccentric Edwardian intellectuals go on a wacky romp/mystery' is hard not to love). Unfortunately, getting half an hour of audiobook a day makes it hard to hang onto physical descriptions, but that didn't stop me – here's a collection of doodles of the Central Anarchist Council, more or less independent of accuracy. The Secretary (top left), for example, ought to have dark hair and a beard. Pah! I like mine better.
The 6th Inniskilling Dragoon's Lament
On this, my 'professional' blog, I usually try to avoid posting the frivolous self-gratifying fan art which fills up most of my sketchbook. But the thing of which I have been most proud, recently, is the most frivolous and self-gratifying of them all, and deeply dorky besides.
The song is to the tune of The Legionnaire's Lament by The Decemberists.
If the ghost of Titus Oates comes and burns a spectral blubber stove in my living room, it's no more than I deserve.
The song is to the tune of The Legionnaire's Lament by The Decemberists.
If the ghost of Titus Oates comes and burns a spectral blubber stove in my living room, it's no more than I deserve.
Yet Another Doctor
Every time I think I've grown out of being able to listen to a song on infinite repeat, something comes along that compels me to do just that. Most recently it was Clockwork Quartet, a band with a surfeit of style and talent to match. Unfortunately they've only put out two songs so far, but what songs! This drawing is of the Doctor in (obviously) 'The Doctor's Wife.' I've tried drawing the watchmaker's apprentice but he always comes out looking like someone at work.
Fatherland
The BBC dramatization of Robert Harris' Fatherland is one of the best radio plays I've ever heard. I'm afraid my drawing does it little justice – as usual I forsake the epic drama and get caught on an insignificant detail, in this case the way characters always seem to be bumming smokes off Inspector March.
I don't know why the incessant rain is part of the story but it gives an appropriate atmosphere. They do the sound of it very well, to the point I have fooled myself more than once into believing it was actually a rainy day outside.
I miss the rain.
I don't know why the incessant rain is part of the story but it gives an appropriate atmosphere. They do the sound of it very well, to the point I have fooled myself more than once into believing it was actually a rainy day outside.
I miss the rain.