Wednesday, December 12, 2012
I've kind of fumbled and dropped the Eggmen ball. After doing them for a few years now I seem to be in a solid groove and I have more ideas for them than I'll probably ever have time to use. But I'm not feeling any particular urgency to get them done. For the last few days I've been doing almost nothing but gardening. Christ, I hardly know myself any more. There might be a bit of Eggmen action before Christmas but, if not, I'll start again shortly after. Christmas is usually a time for Lego and video games in our house anyway.
One other thing I've been doing is poking into the dusty little corners of my life and seeing what I find there.
The 3 pictures below are from a rather grandiose and over-reaching project I (almost) started a few years ago. I was going to make up the story as I went along and render every page in a different medium - just because. Not surprisingly, I didn't get very far; not only was the whole idea kind of contrived and pointless but I didn't have the skills or the patience to pull it off. I also never had a story although it was going to involve the central protagonist going mental and hijacking a Metro bus in order to go on a nice drive in the country.
Anyway, as much as what you see here is half-arsed, overworked and unfinished, I'm starting to think 2013 might be time to get recklessly ambitious again. But I'm still not going to finish this thing.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
A few years ago I was chatting with a builder at my house; it turned out he had been a paratrooper in the army and had once seen some poor kid deck out after his chute hadn't opened. He painted a fairly vivid picture of someone dying in agony with every bone in his body broken (they pretty quickly pumped him full of morphine, apparently, and he slipped away peacefully) but the the thing that stuck in my mind - and refused to leave - was the description of this kid screaming for his mummy. Not his mother - his mummy. I read around it a bit later and this seems to be a really common thing when young men die violent deaths. It's not surprising, I suppose, that when death arrives much too soon and much too painfully you might want to return to the womb.
So, in trying to get it out of my system, here is a whirlwind tour of the history of warfare, as seen through the eyes of young warriors staring into the face of death and calling for their mummies.
As for myself, I intend to go out in a comfortable armchair with a good book in my lap, a contented smile and the warm late-afternoon sun on my face (having never experienced any of the horrors of war).
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Finally! The first page of this 15-page story was one of the first pages of comics I ever made (and posted here nearly 4 years ago). It was never really meant to be a story at all - I'm not sure it deserves the label even now - but a succession of daft ideas kind of accreted around it and it just developed a momentum of its own. And now, thank god, it's finished. I can go back to my life. But I don't think I'm quite finished with trilobites.
You can read the whole thing (in reverse chronological order) here.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
It's good to be back at the table with a pen in my hand after Saturday's launch. It was a really nice event and definitely the most intense 2 hours I can remember having for quite a while. Thanks to everyone who came (especially the people who bought books and/or tea towels). And thanks again to Isis and Damien at Milkbar. And thanks to Karina for taking photos.