Strange-looking character drawn on a train. Looked like he might be a spy, or a scientist working on a top-secret government project. You should never judge a book by it's cover... but sometimes it's a laugh to speculate. And anyway, I can't help it - I make up stories for a living. Maybe he's actually far more boring than he looked.
Greek Men and Their Weird Cars No. 3
This old Ford Anglia sits on the forecourt of my brother’s garage. His friend Nick, a car bodywork master craftsman, is refurbishing it. Nick can make any car look like it was built yesterday. Ford Anglias, with their strange, swept-back rear windows remind me of my uncle Michael, who had one of these for years. It was a bit of a heap, but he loved it. He’d turn up at our house in it and then he and my dad would go into the kitchen and speak Greek and smoke for hours. Seems funny that my uncle’s dodgy old motor has become a classic car.
This kid was about 9 or 10 years old. He was relaxed, happy-seeming, making funny little observations to himself in the way that kids do. I thought the woman sitting next to him was his mother, but then she got off a stop before him. I realized then he'd just been happily talking to himself.
Charon - Getting the Character Right
This character appears in the forthcoming graphic novel Laika. The character is unnamed in the story, but I think of him as Charon. He’s actually a life saver rather than a ferryman to the realm of the dead, but he does play a similar sort of role. In the promo artwork I drew for the book (top), I wanted to make him wise but he ended up looking too friendly. For the final sequence, he’s been re-designed. Here are a few versions I played with – you only ever get to see his head, as he’s driving a truck the whole time, so I concentrated on his face. The two pencil sketches at the bottom are closest to how he appears in the finished book.
Or “mobiles” as we call them in the UK. They are a menace on public transport. This guy was shouting into his on a tube at about 6pm. He was an estate agent, a realtor. I think he’d had a few pints, but that’s really no excuse. He wouldn’t shut up and was leering at everyone in sight, trying to draw them into his sweaty world. For some reason, the name 'Simon Truesong' jumped into my mind...