I mentioned the other day to someone who asked how the cartoon class was going that we'd spent the evening first looking at a slide show lecture of one-hundred fifty-odd (and I do mean odd) gag panels, then a quick analysis of a classic Popeye animation from the 1930's, and then a show & tell of some favorite comics and graphic novels culled from my home collection, and then an hour spent individually working one-on-one with students and their panels-in-progress ahead of the upcoming critique, and lastly everybody sitting around drawing comics for the last hour of class.
Sounds like one hell of a class, and it
But most awesome of all is surreptitiously observing a large room full of people each diligently pursuing their own unique vision, creating something that wasn't there before. Hour after hour after hour can pass with total immersion in a private world where one is always exploring, learning, practicing: writing, sketching, inking etc. Since it's a pretty casual environment there's punctuated conversation, breaks and visits, but for the occasional prompt or prod for the most part they're on autopilot. And that's how we find ourselves in a series of non-sequiturs and arrive at a completely random and ridiculous destination: a student who's panel had a dreaming robot wondered how to draw a toaster wearing a bra. A few of us bravely answered the call and took our best shot at the challenge. Ultimately the bra idea was dropped in favor of a simpler and easier portrayal that works much better.
“If you want a guarantee, buy a toaster.” - Clint Eastwood