Tuesday, 30 September 2008

Shorts

ASKING LAURA OUT or 'What if the first twenty minutes of Cloverfield were used as the main theme for the entire movie'

Monday, 29 September 2008

Timmy Robotlegs

Here are a couple of thoughts.
I know I'm generally as planned out and consistant as one of John McCain's speeches to the press, but I've been toying with the idea of doing a regular stream of comic strips again. Bit like Bananaglass but shorter and in black and white. Subnormality meets Gary Larson, that sort of thing.
I've done a couple already, and I might eventually lapse back into my posca-pen fuelled historical vignette mode.
But I'm toying with the idea, anyway.

TIMMY GOES TO THE DOCTOR

Monday, 22 September 2008

Naddy Grotkin -ep.2

The Life and adventures of Miss Naddy Grotkin, episode two.
We last left our young heroine after she had been abandoned by her rotten 'uncle' Lord Picklehead and left to fend for herself.
We see her now, alone and cold and perhaps slightly hungry, as she starts off on her perilous adventure.

Saturday, 20 September 2008

Wednesday, 17 September 2008

Ninth batch

Oh the joys of discovering a new red posca pen.
A self portrait:



and a vintage WWI vignette!


Pass the potted shrimps.

Friday, 5 September 2008

The Cactus

Two posts in one day? Smokin'.
I thought I'd just briefly introduce this little story (only 9 episodes in all).
It's about an impossible, unrequited love which ends in death.
...If you look at it one way instead of another.
If you look at it the other way, it's a story of emprisonment and eventual freedom.
I'm not at all spiritual. I don't really believe in the soul or ghosts.
The 'ghost' in this story is a represantation of love. A love which can be either wasted or nurtured.
Also, I have never had any other plant except for cacti. They're not beautiful. They can be quite ugly and even painful.
And they're not as easy to look after as one would think. They need water abd can burn in the sun.
They look tough on the outside but are quite vulnerable on the inside.
So I like cacti. I can relate.
That's basically it. I drew this story to get all that old stress I had about unrequited love out of my system.
You might think the ending is sad, but I don't. I guess it also destroyes a couple of myths about Italy being the land of romance or something.
It's in italian because I'm thinking about asking the school paper to publish it.
I've just realised this is probably the crappiest introduction ever. Oh well.
It's translated here (with notes). Hope you like it.


"I love you"... "with all my heart"


"I love you. I stay here with you every day, all day, until late when you go home. At night I stay here and wait for you. I see you thirteen hours a day. Confucius once said 'to love something means wanting it to live'. You take care of me. You water me. You make sure I stay alive. Does that mean that you love me?"


"What does she have that I don't?"


"Why don't you talk to me anymore? Once upon a time you used to talk to me. Every day. Then you stopped. You talked to me about work, about your family, about your dreams and your desires... Maybe it's because I never replied. And if I spoke to you now?"


"All it takes is a little courage. Come on! Carpe diem..." "No don't go! I..."


"Love is a cosmic force. Love is madness. Love is the desire of what we do not have."*


"Aw sh-...ipwrecks!"**




"I know what you're dreaming about. A better job... a better life. I only dream of embracing you. At least I used to... You've forgotten me. Of that, now I am certain. Months have passed... and I am dying. And yet I feel nothing... I'm not suffering. I'm free... free to feel real love..."
"Good night, love."


*'Shit' in Italian is 'merda'. To avoid swearing, the cactus says 'Mercury' which sounds similar. 'Shipwrecks' is supposed to give the same idea.
**Some of the observations on love discussed by Plato in his dialogue 'Symposium'.