I drew this girl in a bar in NYC called Angels' Share. They make the best gin martinis I've ever tasted. I had one, just by my hand as I quickly brushed this onto the sketchbook paper. She was watching me; she knew I was drawing her. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable or anything - she was with two other people - she just had a great way about her and I wanted to capture it. I think I did. It's not the greatest drawing I've ever done, by any means, but it looks like her. It reminds me of this one particular person who I'll never know; one of those fleeting backgound personalities who populate the cityscapes of the world; those who are so transient in my existence - and yet she gave me this. Well, I guess I took it, but she didn't protest. I wouldn't have minded if she'd have whipped out a sketchbook and done a quick doodle of me. And, as it happens, this drawing reminds me of the taste of that gin martini too.
[This Fall, First Second proudly presents Joann Sfar's new series KLEZMER And here, just for the sheer pleasure of it, is a page from the next volume in that series, fresh from the man's studio, raw and untranslated. More to follow! ]
For those who need the reminder: Derek Kirk Kim is posting his HEALING HANDS (book due out with :01) panel by panel at his own "Comics to make love to" (!!!) website.
I couldn't wish for a better serial -- each frame is worth savoring, delectable writing, and Mr DKK is proving SAME DIFFERENCE wasn't accidental genius. What a treat.
Hm. Shall I shamelessly exploit this new YOUNG READERS CORNER for purposes of ignoble self promotion?
Why of course!
SEADOGS, An Epic Ocean Operetta was my first comics entry into the world of picture books. The script is by beloved author Lisa Wheeler, and was my first project with one of the greatest living editors in children's publishing: Richard Jackson.
And i just got the news SEADOGS won the Bluebonnet Award -- all the more encouraging since it comes from actual young readers.
. . . Who clearly want to read comics!
Diary of an author, waiting. part 10
The picture above is a nude study i made for my recent book in collaboration with Alan Moore, A Disease of Language I drew this on a tracing paper overlay over a more precise outline drawing. My idea was to evoke a sense of footlights for the theatrical scene of the dancer and the snake. Thus i had candles on the floor, but I had to work quickly or it would have done my eyes in. Also, I drew from a low angle to get an effect of monumental grandeur, so that I was folded up in a bundle on the wooden floor. How we suffer for our art. Part of the interesting effect of depth in this picture seems to be due to the accident of photocopying the sheet of tracing paper over the earlier outline sketch of the subject, which you can see showing through upside down.
Here's another guy who is suffering, (thanks to Heidi at the Beat for drawing my attention to this).
"PETE PANSE is a talented and popular high school art teacher in Middletown, NY who uses traditional techniques to to train his students. In December 2005 Mr. Panse was suspended from his job for recommending that some of his advanced students consider taking figure drawing courses that included nude figure drawings. Mr. Panse is suspended from his job pending hearings after which he may be permanently fired, ending a 25-year teaching career."
Now, anyone who has ever built his life around art, even abstract artists, will tell you that the very cornerstone of an education in the practice of the subject is an extensive study of the nude. The linked article is a very intelligent and balanced view of the story.
Give it a read.
The Fate of the Artist, indeed!
[Doodles & Dailies Note: when Eddie sent in this blog entry, he clearly hadn't seen the latest star review for his FATE OF THE ARTIST, this time in PUBLISHER'S WEEKLY. You need a subscription to read the whole thing online. I have one, but can't seem to access the &$%#@ thing.)
Diary of an author, waiting. part 9
While i wait for my book, The Fate of the Artist, to come out in May, I search for early sightings of it in the form of reviews. Don't believe an author who says they don't read the reviews. We're all rampant but insecure egotists who start the day by googling our own names. I enjoy the sight of those words Eddie Campbell so much that I have even read many of the entries on Eddie C. Campbell, the blues musician. I have a passing familiarity with his oeuvre without having heard a note of it.
While searching I read the PW comics week's review of the upcoming autobiographical graphic novel Fun Home from the excellent Alison Bechdel. It sounds like a childhood haunted by jarring incident
"His (her father's) court trial over his dealings with a young boy pushes aside the importance of her early teen years. Her coming out is pushed aside by his death, probably a suicide."
I thank Fate that my own story has been so relatively free of incident that I have largely had to make it all up. With three teenage offspring I constantly long for an uneventful week, since even the smallest occurrence usually requires me to dip my hand in my wallet.
Anyway, it sure looks like it's going to be an excellent year for the graphic novel. Just be patient. I see Alison's book is due to come out in June. She's got even longer to wait than I have.
This is a monoprint I did at a life drawing class. This model is a yoga fanatic and dancer and he's always pulling these insane poses where it seems impossible that he'll manage to keep still for more than a couple of minutes. But he always does. Brian, if ever you read this, you're a top life model, mate.
Argh. No time for bloggin. I'll make it up to ya.