Just an ordinary Tumblr, really. Typically the reposts and likes are interesting though.
Just an ordinary Tumblr, really. Typically the reposts and likes are interesting though.
So many of the images I’ve seen about the death of Stephen Hawking are basically about the wheelchair, and how now his body is free. I think it’s a bit of low hanging fruit really, compassionate, easy to grasp, literal, christian imagery. I think they all miss a deeper point, that his mind has always been free.
I was reminded of this image, an older cartoon of mine from 2013.
Yes, I have been busy with LondOntLife, clearing snow from sidewalks, and neglectful of this blog.
Three hours in a lily pond. In a cold lily pond.
Pulling down vines and branches and leaves from a roof over the back deck, I stepped off the ladder, missing the last step. I knew I would be okay as I fell across the garden plants. Comically, one shoe flew off my non-landing foot and arced over my head to the foot of the garden. Tucked my chin. Years of Karate paid off, but it was a Fail Video winner.
My hand landed in the small lily pond just over my head.
Not until a few hours later did I notice my iPhone 7 was missing. I do try to pocket carry it when I’m outside the house. Half a dozen intense walks around the house and looking through the years dead plants and leaves, out to the front walk, down to the end of the yard, through the garage, through the house, searching my clothes up and down. FindMyPhone told me it was somehere around the the house and it hadn’t walked away. Set up the FindMyPhone alarms and alerts.
Finally logging into Tile app on my iPad, I tracked it down. Getting used to the interface for the first time, and what the silly flashing menu meant, I edged ten feet here, ten feet there. The pond?
It was in the pond!
The damned cold needing-cleaning lily pond. Incredible, I reached in and on the first bloody try, grabbed the slick little rectangle. Dried it off, shook the water out of the lightning port. Tile-called the phone, and …
Damned if the screen didn’t come on and ask for the port to be plugged in. The phone battery was dead, likely from all the call attempts and alarm rings, which couldn’t be heard from underwater – from inside the house land line. Plugged the phone in and Oh! The little bugger works!
Never again will I buy a $75 miserable 300 megabyte international data package when a €20 30 day 4 gigabyte SIM card is available.
I was born August the 8th, 1953. Yes, that’s 08/08/53
And today I turn 64
Yes. I know it’s all coincidental, and there is no secret meanings. Just a bit of fun.
Paper by 53 periodically posts profiles of users: today, I am honoured:
Doug hails from London, Ontario (Canada) and has been the stay-at-home dad in his family. He’s “always made art, cartoons, illustrations, signs, advertising art, caricatures, and comic strips.”
We asked Doug how he uses Paper and he said, “For fun, work, personal journaling images. Used Paper for final art images, and preliminary sketching. As others say, it’s the go to beginning. Fast to load, quick easy tools. And if you’re careful and meticulous, rare for me, capable of producing finishing art.”
When asked about Paper-specific projects Doug told us, “Paper was perfect for iPad drawing in museums where cameras and wet mediums are reasonably forbidden. It was a whole pocket paintbox. So I used it throughout a visit to Europe. And I was using it to redraw photos from a road trip where passing landscapes were photographed out a moving car window.”
Four of Doug’s favorite drawings are below and you can see more of his work here:
Glen Mullaly here. Illustrator, occasional comic book artist, pal of Mr Ken Steacy Esq. Weird question… you wouldn’t happen to be the same Douglas Rogers that illustrated the 1975 Pop Shoppe giveawy comic “Captain Cola in the Triple Threat”, would you? Inquiring minds want to know…
“Yes”, I replied.
Thanks Doug. Not sure if you care to talk about it at all or not, but I have fond memories of this comic from my mid 70’s childhood here on Vancouver Island, but it took almost 20 years for me to track down what my foggy memory had stored (superhero battling some big anthropomorphized object, black and white, giveaway, etc) and find out that it might be Pop Shoppe related. Then another couple years to track down the Captain Cola character in ads and a jigsaw puzzle. Then finally two weeks ago a copy of the comic showed up on eBay for the first time since I started searching for it and I just recieved it in the mail today and saw your name on the art credit. A quick note to Ken to confirm you were in London, and another quick Facebook search and Bob’s your uncle. So I just wanted to pass along my thanks for the great memories, and let you know this will hold an important place in my nostalgia-filled, childhood-recaptured, too-much-time-on-my-hands-need-to-find-another-hobby collection. If you feel like passing along any stories you might have on how you got involved in the Captain Cola comic gig, (as someone who has done their fare share of advertising comic gigs I find this stuff fascinating) or if you ever did any other work for the Pop Shoppe, or even if you have any of the original Captain Cola art laying around that you’d be willing to sell (to find it’s way onto my studio wall along with originals from some of my other illustration heroes and childhood comic / book favourites like Gerry / Jerry Lazare, Al Wiseman (Dennis the Menace comics and Sunday strips from the 50s), Kelly Freas (sci-fi and Mad Mag cover god of the 50s and early 60s) and Bob Clarke (Mad Mag 50s-1980s) please let me know. If not, once again my gratitude for the great memories from this book, and all the best. Cheers – Glen
Well, Glen….I was recalling some things last night.
Curiously, I was trying to remember drawing the thing. Because I recall pulling the Green Lantern comic, an early Gil Kane, to swipe the cover. So my collection and the space and drawing table to do all the pages must have been proximate. Neither here nor there, but remembering where I was when I did it is puzzling.
A girl I went to BealArt with was working at an advertising agency, she being familiar with my interest in comics chased me down for the job. I couldn’t have been too far out of art school. I asked and got a surprising $85 per page and the thing turned around in two weeks. Likely a typical ad art deadline. So, much of the art is clumsy. And I hated having to leave it all just cartoon-colouring book outlines. Oh, well.
Carol also found me for another -what will certainly be obscure for you- comic book job later. It was a four-colour informational thing about getting kids back into a college program at Fanshawe college here in London.
I did a much better job then, having more time and skills, though the web printing pony size stuff, as the cover of Captain Cola shows sucks hugely. All muddy and dark. Never had enough time to figure that bit out better.
So the art work belongs to the agency. I have none of it. Either agency is long out of business. I doubt the work exists anywhere at all.
And for a time I worked in Montreal at the animation company Disada. If you’re interested in another obsessive frustrating pursuit, you might look for Winnie Witch and The Giant Potato Sunday page comics. There were not even a dozen newspapers in Canada. There were a mere handful of independent newspapers. I think Winnipeg was one.
It’s fascinating you were so obsessed by the book, and you went to the trouble to track this down. Leaves me a little warm and fuzzy. :-)
It was a small thing at the time. Or so it seemed. But watching the after-show improv set at Second City, and doing some time with London’s small Theatre Sports group prompted a kind of license. I learned that it was okay to say, “Yes”, to trust that someone could catch the thrown idea and improve it, to not possess it, to not control it, to not own it.
As to making art, then, it was perfectly allowable to just make a mark and trust the process, without control, accept the next thought that came along, or not, and make a drawing.
“David what’s the most important thing about improv?” Someone else asked.
“The where. You see…” He pointed to someone across the circle. “You’re feet are placed on of each other rather curiously – what does that mean?”
So, I was looking for an image to put up here, and stumbled on this older collage, made from cut out scraps of previous failed paintings but with some unintended, but wonderful marks, becoming suggestive of other things in a different context, and a few slaps of fresh paint.
Man, that one took a while. The idea was percolating since the abandonment of the tunnel option from city council. Back burner and simmer, and an image will arrive from somewhere. A picture of the OddFellows Hall, demolished long ago prompted the retro-future imagery. Then some strange old images of old vehicles and imagined transportation showed up.
Waiting is sometimes the solution. And even if the solution we’re getting is the solution we should have had decades ago, it will be a while before we get around to actually doing anything, so meanwhile The Arctic melts, the lakes fill up, The Thames overflows, and there you go.
Now really, you don’t have to spend two weeks drawing a cartoon. I have the time to waste. You don’t. So draw a cartoon about London Ont, and submit it to LondOntLife
People were outraged by a recent pronouncement that London was a village. It hurts because it’s true.I have always said London is a city that just can’t grow up. And that has a lot of subtle meanings.
Face it. London is a village. It’s really a whole bunch of villages trying to be a city. It’s a city first cut in thirds by two rail lines which force development along an east west axis when it wants to grow north and south to resorts and beaches, sprawling, venerating the historical car.
So you have historical communities along that central axis. Blackfriars west of the river downtown, Central london downtown, Lilly’s corners EOA London East, then east London along Dundas. South, then, SOHO, Old South, Wortley Village, and more, then North, Old North, University area, on and on and on. We call these neighbourhoods now. But they are villages connected by a series of roads, sharing a small town ideology refusing to see they are a city.
A city asks, a creative city asks, a world class city asks it’s artists, it’s creative’s, it’s skilled designers and planners for a creative world class solution to a problem and immediately throws a tantrum because creative forward looking solutions, gasp, cost money. So now we have a level crossing solution we should have had decades ago but wouldn’t build because it costs money. We demand the LTC do better, but won’t fund them adequately and then berate them for doing so poorly. We demand connection to the far flung villages but won’t build that solution because it costs money and screech because buses occupy road space.
We really need to grow up.
Both Federal and Provincial governments are encouraging transit systems to move to electrical Light Rail Rapid Transit systems, as opposed to motor driven buses. They are providing grants of large amounts of money. Arguments in favour of Light Rail are rational, thorough, economical and farsighted. London city council voted to support only a locally, minuscule-y (and municipally) funded solution of a Bus Rapid Transit system, of more expensive, more diesel buses.
This is our childhood dog. His name was Scotty. Who knows why. He makes a number of appearances in my sister’s little commemorative memoir and biographical book about her life and childhood adventures in our neighbourhood East of Adelaide in London Ontario. Book and ebooks to come soon. There will be a post about it here when officially released, for sure, because it fits the theme of cartoon life. I drew a number of illustrations for the book.
With the close of TingFest, I’ll have to unstick those blog posts also, so they move along downstream.
And honestly, I wonder again about how much I’ll continue to share here at WordPress. I have about 600 followers, and perhaps a half dozen hits a day. Not shabby. I have fewer followers on Tumblr and more response. I tried a special separate Tumblr to share only my pictures from. And my G+ personal profile is at about 500. Things got far too complicated with two Tumblrs, two Twitters, two Facebooks, G+ profile, collections and another Samupress page, not to mention pushing things from the stores to blogs to Wanelo and such. Medium is great for focused writing, of which I do very little, but do enjoy reading. Ello seems now like a very focused image sharing space.
Incredibly, the G+ collection I set up to share artwork posts to has 10,000 followers with no work on my part, except to post images there. In some ways it seems like the way to go, to simplify the sharing streams.
And so I periodically reassess this site. It was perfect years ago when the regular weekly editorial cartoon was posted. And having a lazy holiday Monday to sit around and just think about things comes along, well that’s a bit dangerous too.