At one time I used to do a lot of this sort of thing, just for the fun of it. Now I'm getting old and grey and you have to pay me. *sigh* What you may notice in this black and white drawing, inked by ball point pen, is that none of the comics or books are "real". They're real in the sense that there are Freak Brothers comics, and Asterix, and The Spirit, and Oz novels... but none of these exact titles exist. Not one. The page of "The Shogan's Sword" is entirely my own devising.
The title, therefore, is a two sided word play. Not only are the different worlds in different workds of fiction alternate worlds of a sort, but the drawing itself is in an alternate world where these particular comics and novels exist.
I do wish I had made a better scan though. But it was made on my old Mustek scanner, when the technology was still a little primative.
The title, therefore, is a two sided word play. Not only are the different worlds in different workds of fiction alternate worlds of a sort, but the drawing itself is in an alternate world where these particular comics and novels exist.
I do wish I had made a better scan though. But it was made on my old Mustek scanner, when the technology was still a little primative.
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I still own almost everything I've ever done, even when that's meant doing two of them when doing a commission. I used to have the idea this was important somehow, that there would be museums deploring that fact that there was no complete collection of my artwork anywhere. Now I know better, but still keep up the practise. Who knows... maybe I'm wrong and it does matter.
I've done Walt Kelly's Pogo elsewhere, and The Spirit as well.
When I was young and naive about artists, I think what I imagined myself doing was pieces like this (in full colour of course, but I didn't post that file) that I'd be paid thousands of dollars for (which seemed fair since it would take me weeks to do). And someday the art would hang in museums and make me famous.
Now I know better. Real popular culture isn't allowed in art galleries or museums, only fake pop cult done by artists who've sucked up to dealers and academics, and have access to rich people's dispossible income. I had to settle for fifty bucks as a rule, and (before the internet) hardly anyone ever saw my colour work.
Maybe its different now that we have the internet, but I'm getting too old and tired to struggle anymore.
When I was young and naive about artists, I think what I imagined myself doing was pieces like this (in full colour of course, but I didn't post that file) that I'd be paid thousands of dollars for (which seemed fair since it would take me weeks to do). And someday the art would hang in museums and make me famous.
Now I know better. Real popular culture isn't allowed in art galleries or museums, only fake pop cult done by artists who've sucked up to dealers and academics, and have access to rich people's dispossible income. I had to settle for fifty bucks as a rule, and (before the internet) hardly anyone ever saw my colour work.
Maybe its different now that we have the internet, but I'm getting too old and tired to struggle anymore.
Kelly and Kurtzman, maniacs for the detail. Ah the art world, so full of um... Never mind. Someone on my LJ list recently posted a couple of pictures of "works" at an exhibit (BIG one) in London. One was of a gray square, called "Gray" and the other one was of a stack of bricks... Yep, a brick-shaped stack of bricks. What effort! What shine! What a stunning look into the depths of the human condition and soul! WOW! *sigh*
Ah sorry you feel that way. Maybe it's time (as if it isn't always) for a more Zen tack here... don't struggle, just flow and do! You should enjoy doing art of course without the hope of a reward of some type. Your work is great, you're a great artist. That's far far more than most people will ever hope to be or aspire towards.
Ah sorry you feel that way. Maybe it's time (as if it isn't always) for a more Zen tack here... don't struggle, just flow and do! You should enjoy doing art of course without the hope of a reward of some type. Your work is great, you're a great artist. That's far far more than most people will ever hope to be or aspire towards.
Shit. Yah, I got support systems so it's never all that bad. It's just too bad that art is undervalued. I think it's a necessity. Why the hell do people spend so much money on shit like TV's and movies when they could have well, permanent beauty around them? Many years ago when I was on welfare I spent $170 on comics from this Fantagraphics show that came through town, leaving me with $50 for the month. Ate nothing but rice rice rice! But I still have the comics. I've NEVER regretted spending money on art or books, ever!
I don't mind people spending freely on movies or even on TV. (The cost of the later is entirely in bloated cable fees that should probably be halved.) What really fries me is when I hear about some jackass with a freak physique or reactions getting paid $40,000,000 to kick a bladder. Professional sports has to be the biggest waste of money since organized religion and Microsoft Vista.
Oh good "Bob" don't get me started! Name me one good thing sports has done for humanity in it's entire history! Who knows the name of the guy who figured out the PCR reaction? Nobody, even though he won a Nobel prize and is responsible for freeing untold numbers of innocent people, and sending similar untold guilty to jail (JUST for starters!) Who knows the name of the guy who invented the technique of fixing nitrogen fertilizers even though he's responsible for BILLIONS being fed? I have a friend in Ohio who's on the high-school quiz team... they sleep in a van with their coach when they're on the road. Meanwhile the football team gets new uniforms and equipment and stays in hotels. The most these people should ever have on their gravestones is "He ran fast".
I think most sports fans just like to see one ape beat on another ape. Ask them a few months (or a few minutes) later who won the race or scored the final touchdown or putted under par to win the match, and they probably *can't* remember. The "who* isn't really important. It's the winning that's important. the vicarious thrill of having bested some other male in a testicular showdown. (Just think, that buckeheaded jock could be me, if only I wasn't a fat slob drinking Michelob in front of the TV watching him.)
I'll make some allowance for the more traditional sports. Baseball can be treated like a science, with millions of statistics to be memorized, and imaginary games played in your head. It would bore ME to death, but I can see a glimmer of intellectual activity behind it. And then there's hockey. It was a constant background buzz in my childhood, even if I never paid it any attention. And it was the one way us Canucks could prove superiority over Americans most of the time.
I'll make some allowance for the more traditional sports. Baseball can be treated like a science, with millions of statistics to be memorized, and imaginary games played in your head. It would bore ME to death, but I can see a glimmer of intellectual activity behind it. And then there's hockey. It was a constant background buzz in my childhood, even if I never paid it any attention. And it was the one way us Canucks could prove superiority over Americans most of the time.
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