Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Meet the 'band'

I made a rash statement recently hinting that, with the return of the swallows, my elusive work ethic had also come home to stir things up. Who was I kidding?
At least "next next week" has finally arrived.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Not backstage

I remember that, when I posted an Eggmen strip last week, I said that next time we would be going backstage (and it was going to be awesome).
Obviously, that "next time" I was referring to wasn't this next time but next next time.
Just so you know.

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Another stipply portrait thing

I have no idea who these people might be. While I was looking at photos online one day, they kind of leaped out at me, along with the sudden awareness of how we human creatures are formed - and deformed - by our lives; how our faces get carved into these personality masks by all our joys and loves and fears and pains and resentments.
I didn't really like these faces, which meant I got kind of fed up with making the picture long before it was finished. It's also not quite as good as I hoped it would be.
The same thing happens if I try and do a politician - because they kind of shit me, I can't find the necessary level of care and attention to render them well and the final picture doesn't quite work out. 
These people look quite a bit softer here than they did in the original photo I drew from; the man looked more arrogant and impatient, and the woman more sour and disappointed.
I wish them well. I hope they're feeling better.

Friday, September 11, 2015

It's Eggmen - it must be Spring.

I woke up the other day thinking about Eggmen, which is, I think, a sign that Spring has arrived in the southern hemisphere. And hopefully, with the return of the swallows we'll also see the return of my work ethic.
For some reason, as soon as Winter hit this year, all I wanted to do was read books, listen to music and stare at clouds. It usually takes me a couple of months after the weather turns cold and the skies a dull, steely grey to accept the idea that humans don't hibernate and I will, sadly, have to get on with my life.
Anyway, our small protagonist is still upsetting the equilibrium of Ms. Abernathy-Fuchs and the atmosphere inside the school assembly hall is beginning to mount.
Next time we go backstage. It'll be awesome.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Another brief interlude

I know it looks almost exactly like the last one but it is different. A little bit. Promise.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

More Eggmen later in the week; for now, another scraperboard diversion

This one is after a photo by Hiroshi Sugimoto of a young australopithicene couple in a diorama in the American Museum of Natural History in New York. In the photo they kind of remind me of a more Darwinian Adam and Eve after the expulsion from the garden. And now life is suddenly hard and everything's turned to shit.

And here's the ghost of Moondog.