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Monday, 30 March 2015

Carry On Cartooning

Ooh Matron! I've got it in! This cartoon is in the latest edition of The Jester: The Monthly Magazine of The Cartoonists' Club of Great Britain. The theme this month was innuendo. I'll just say this; it was a very smutty, filthy read and very funny.
I don't think any other nation uses the double entendre like the British do. I think we like to slip one in at any given opportunity. No matter how difficult a situation may be, I feel we always rise to the occasion. We maintain a stiff upper something or other (etc. etc.).
The chap in bed is loosely based on Sid James. The nurse is loosely based on Shirley Eaton. After several, miserable attempts to draw a pretty woman I decided to use Gil Elvgren as a template artist. In closing, I'll just say this; if you put your thingy over the picture and click it, you can see it get bigger. Fnarr fnarr!

A Very Quck Redrawing

Here we are, as promised, a re-working of the Einstein cartoon. Einstein, not Arthur Brown. It was drawn very, very quickly because I just wanted to get a better idea of a smug posture.
That's all. Let's move on shall we?

EDIT: So bloody quick I missed out an I in the title and forgot to include the caption!

Thursday, 12 March 2015

Einstein Said Eeh Equals Em See Squared.

This is my entry for the last Cartoonists' Club of Great Britain's Caption Competition. I thought up and drew this too quickly. Why do I keep rushing all the time? In future I am going to will myself to slow down and take more time. Having said that I don't think this is too bad an effort. The smug expression on the teacher's face is just about right, but I now realise his body posture is completely wrong. This is one cartoon that I am going to re-work and I shall show you the result at a later date.
Perspective isn't bad, is it? Not perfect, but not bad.

Tuesday, 3 March 2015

That Warm, Golden Inner Glow of Smugness.

Every now and again a whirling mass of chaos and unpredictability gels together and spreads a rosy light throughout one's personal skyscape. I didn't win this week's Cartoonists' Club Caption Competition, nor did I come second or third. I suppose it could be argued that, truth be told, I came fourth and that ain't bad at all. All well and good, I hear you say, but so what? Well, gentle reader, so this! Three rather eminent cartoonists had very nice things to say about my cartoon this week. To save you the effort of hunting through the salient thread in which they occurred, I shall pick them out for you.
Steve Bright of Bananaman and The Sun fame said this:
Excellent work all round, folks, but for me this week, The Great Brendini nailed it with a wonderfully poignant, painful and pathos-laden Brian, which I struggled to find for my own cartoon, and failed. Perfect expression - love it!
Roger Kettle, author of Beau Peep in The Star and Horace in The Mirror,said:
Steve, I forgot to mention that I agree with you about Brendan's gag. It JUST missed my vote but it was a sad/funny little gem.
Royston Robertson, contributor to such magazines as Reader's Digest, New Statesman, Private Eye and countless others, agreed by saying:
I liked Brendan's as it nailed the fact that whatever mundane thing you're doing, your whole life has been leading up to it! And somehow slicing the top off a boiled egg seemed perfect. Great expression on Brian's face.
THAT is so what? I can't remember being so big headed for ages!  

Friday, 20 February 2015

I Don't Remember, I Don't Recall...

Hard to believe that, as a phenomenon, Punk is nearly forty years old. Yet the imagery is still a very potent one for rebellion and non-conformance.
Punk came along at a time in my life when I felt a bit rootless. I was too young to be a hippy and deemed by the hip, young gunslingers to be a dinosaur, because I listened to prog rock bands like King Crimson and Genesis. They had a point. When I first heard White Riot at a party, I thought it was an unmelodic row. Now, the Clash get played on Radio2.
I feel a bit betrayed. I come from proud working class stock. I went to a Secondary Modern (later a Comprehensive) School and I still carry some barely discernable socialist hormones in my biological make-up. To be told by a privately educated, older than me in years, Punk that I'm a dinosaur still annoys. Joe Strummer may have been a lovely bloke and remained true to his principles, but to label me and other people like me in that manner and from that position in life strikes me as hypocrisy.
Silly, isn't it? Forty years on and I still get cross.

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

A Tribute to Martin Honeysett

This week's competion was a tribute to the recently deceased master, Martin Honeysett. The entries were all equally brilliant to my eyes.
This was a really interesting personal excercise. Before I even started, my subliminal amalgam of Honeysett cartoons in my mind was of anger. The strongest sense was that of 'angry eyes'. Research soon dispelled this notion as the cartoons I revisited (with great joy)depicted broadly happy faces (if in usually macabre circumstances). His style also changed quite dramatically over the years and yet remained "Honeysett" throughout. 
So why did I have a sense of 'angry eyes'? I think it came from one single cartoon. Two bears are changing into teddy bear costumes. One bear angrily remarks to another, "If there's one thing worse than being in a zoo, it's being in a children's zoo." 
An amazing week. Circumstances prevented me from voting, I'm glad to say. I couldn't have made a final choice.

Thursday, 23 October 2014

Krazy Kat (Tone Poem In Slow Rhythm)

This is my personal tip of the hat to George Herriman (he always wore a hat, possibly to deflect racist invective). He was the creator of Krazy Kat, a newspaper strip that ran roughly for 31 years from 1913 to 1944. I say roughly, because two of the main characters ran in other strips before 1913. My first encounter with Krazy Kat was when I perused the first edition of The Penguin Book of Comics and I loved it immediately. The world the characters inhabited and the language they used was completely different from any other cartoon I had seen. The writing was often purely phonetic which often meant that the strip needed to be interpreted inside the reader's head. For some reason, this deeply appealed to me.
The characters in my cartoon are, from left to right, Officer Pupp, Ignatz Mouse, Krazy Kat and Bix Beiderbecke. I shall explain all presently.
The three Herriman figures are NOT cut and pasted from any digital source. They were painstakingly copied using eye/hand co-ordination from a printed source. There were times when I had to use a magnifying glass, that's how dedicated I can be. The source poses for Officer Pupp and Ignatz came from the daily strip published on 18th November 1939. Krazy's came from 15th November 1939. Originally all three characters were wearing tutus, but I decided not to draw those. I wanted to draw them as they usually appear.
The title of this piece is Krazy Kat (Tone Poem in Slow Rhythm) which is also the title of a piece of jazz by Frankie Trumbauer and his Orchestra. If you click on the link you will notice that Bix Beiderbecke plays a nifty bit of cornet in the proceedings, hence his inclusion in my drawing. But, that's not the only reason for his inclusion.My step-father was a good man, but there wasn't much common ground between us. He was an Islington boy and a firm follower of Arsenal. I never had a strong interest in football. He didn't read a great deal of fiction, whereas I fervently devoured it. I loved comics and cartooning, whereas he was completely indifferent to them.
In the late seventies there was a programme on telly called Jazz 625. This sparked a mild interest in me and dad and I used to watch it together. Then, a few years later there was a documentary series about the history of jazz that really opened my eyes (and ears). A couple of years before he died, dad took me to see Chris Barber and his band at the Gordon Craig theatre in Stevenage. As Chris Barber was a Welwyn lad, you could almost say he was playing on home turf. The evening's programme of music was a mix of different jazz styles (Dad liked it trad.), but part of the evening was devoted to Blues played by John Slaughter. This was dad's first real introduction to the Blues and he said he enjoyed it. Where am I going with this?
After dad died and my mother went into a nursing home, it was left  to us, the children, to clear out and sell our parent's house. Mum hated jazz which meant dad had to listen to his music through headphones. Over the years he had collected a number of jazz CDs and I hated the thought of throwing them out or selling them on, so I bagsied them.
I have to add here that there was a series on telly starring James Bolam called The Beiderbecke Affair. I hadn't a clue who Bix Beiderbecke was, but dad was very insistent about watching it, so watch it we did. One of the CDs dad left behind was in the Naxos Jazz Legends series. It was Bix Beiderbecke Riverboat Shuffle: original 1924-1929 Recordings. Track six is, guess what? All this time dad had been harbouring a love for a cartoon character he knew next to nothing about and pretty much passed it on to me. Life can sound some very odd echoes from time to time.