Wow. Picked a neglected brush in a Procreate and drew these (bragging) with no underdrawing, but direct. All lively accidents intact.
In my very first column, I wrote about living in Byron in good ole London Ontario, a very busy life and how I was oblivious to and ready didn’t care as to what was happening in the rest of the city. I am not picking on anyone from Byron or any other suburb. I am speaking from my own experience.
I knew we had homelessness, drugs on the street, a dying downtown and I really didn’t pay much attention to it. I was in my comfy ranch home in Byron with my big backyard and two cars in the driveway. I didn’t give much thought to issues those with disabilities faced or crime, unless it was in my neighbourhood. Oh, we had crime in West London, but, unless it affected me, I didn’t give it much thought. This wasn’t a conscious decision to ignore it. Life was moving pretty damn…
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A four panel comic for Sammy.
I got a copy of Polarr Deep Crop (iPad) and one of the things it does is this four frame collage with a chosen image cropped in various ways. The AI chosen crops for this structure seem random, but they seem to have a story telling feel.
And I found Comic Draw app (iPad) which basically has everything one needs. Used here for boxes and lettering.
# Man with scythe
Maybe late 50’s, early 60’s, after we had moved to the Queens Ave house, I would walk along Queens Ave to Queens Place and down that small lane to Lorne Avenue School\. The dirt lane off English Street was more fun, but the bully thugs hung out there\. Still, I got to bark at the dogs living down Queens Place\.
One morning on the lawn of the cottage opposite Queens Place a man swung a scythe over the overgrown lawn\. The grass was well overgrown\. A mower wasn’t going to cut it\.
From the glimpse of my memory, he wore a fedora, and dark suit jacket coat\. Maybe the pants were blue jeans\. It wasn’t a full suit, but a dark jacket, white shirt and fedora\.
I watched him swing the scythe a few times, decided he wasn’t Death come for me, and walked down the lane to school\.
Could be in a dream
Our clothes are on the beach
These prints of our feet
Lead right up to the sea
No one, no one is here
No one, no one is here
We stand in the Atlantic
We become panoramic
Who knows who wrote that song of Summer
That blackbirds sing at dusk?
This is a song of colour
Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust
Then climb into bed and turn to dust
One of the delights, and one of the devils are the same thing: the rapidity of electronic media. It allows immediate responses and demands immediate postings. And even the start of this image is buried beneath how easy it was to dive in, refine, refinish and cover up everything from the beginning scribbles.
The first finish is on the left. I knew what I was drawing so didn’t really see how it wasn’t clear until posted and blogged, and then in the wait, it was obvious what wasn’t obvious, and what was obscuring what needed to be seen. It is also shamefully easy to fix.
On a roll. Five cartoons this week already and it’s only Tuesday.
The answer might be there.
Outrage and anger comes first. Funny, maybe, comes later.
From left to right—well, ‘left’ only because the picture plane is flat…
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