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Sunday, November 17, 2024

Nuggets Sketchbook: "Currants," "Mosquitoes" & "Narwhale/Snowman" and other "Cartooning Problems" (Updated w/64th!)

Ganging together on this post a few recent examples from the "Nuggets Sketchbook" series that occasionally punctuates the regular panels. For some unknown reason there was an unusual number of them this year: these three which were published in the paper this past July, September and October, plus previously ones in March and August (both of which were uploaded here earlier in another set of sketchbook samples). "Currant Mood" is sorta special to me as it's about something that most newspaper readers probably aren't familiar with, so they'll never get it, and those that would probably get it never read the newspaper, so they'll never see it. But fortunately it went on to occupy a third dimension...

Update: This particular panel was the only one out of four submissions of mine to get accepted for the 2024 "64th Parallel" annual juried exhibition of the Fairbanks Arts Association (the others were "The Lodge," "Rush Hour" and "No Lives Matter"). This was the first show my work's been selected since 2017, o fourteen years - maybe half of which work was entered... the meta-lesson here being just never give up, don't ever stop chumming the water. Incidentally the fifth of six (possibly seven) shows this year alone, and that's why for 2025 I'm gonna swing to the opposite extreme and not do any, take a few years off from the endless marketing.

Regular readers know that these "Sketchbooks" are little offshoots are a special insight into creating the cartoons where I feel it provides a nice little break from the more commercial (some think contrived) vibe or visual feel of the regular feature. Put another way the aesthetics are a bit more spontaneously or raw, as opposed to the comparatively more controlled and polished look of the formal pencil > ink > digitally colored process for the "normal" panels. 

The origins actually arose from when I was essentially homeless, couchsurfing at a girlfriend's cabin, and without access to my accustomed computed + scanner setup. So I temporarily resorted to just submitting images shot directly from the pages of my sketchbook. One meta-lesson that gave me insight into my work was how essentially incidental the whole professional standards of production were: nobody particularly gave/gives a shit that I use specialized equipment and rarefied, arcane tools (ex: and insistence on archival materials etc.), aside from other geeks. The only factor that really matters is the content ie how funny it is. This is reflected in the industry mantra "a good joke will sell a bad drawing, which goes a long way towards explaining the style of many a successful cartoon. Nevertheless I have always continued in my quest towards self-improvement - 2019's reboot of "Spring Breakup" illustrates this perfectly, as some measure of pride in craftsmanship is inherent in any artistic pursuit. 

Of all of these latest ones in the series, this particular panel to me is a touch more special than the rest, in that not only was the printed version a reworking of the original doodle (from the initial one done on a scrap of paper > then translated into the sketchbook variation), but the charming simplicity of the piece really stands out. The only aspect of it altered was the digital spot-coloring of the heart, all else is marker + water-soluble wash. Incidentally the pen is a Micron (08), which I after many, many years of using ballpoint pens for the sketchbook doodles, I have adopted full-time this year, mostly because erasing the underlying pencil without waiting for it to dry so as to avoid smearing the ink is a pain in the ass - this is much quicker and also more opaque. It's still a "dead" line, meaning no line weight variation which is the hallmark of dip-pens.

Bonus: this is also one of the relatively rare non-verbal panels, which is another factor in its primitive clarity... reflective of my current relationship situation. It's quietly exceptional enough that I selected it as one of the three pieces showcased in the annual faculty exhibition in the UAF art department - subverting expectations with a thumb in the eye of artsy-fartsy elite.

Sunday, November 22, 2020

Legislative Citation

So this happened earlier in the week: 

“The Thirty-First Alaska State Legislature extends its sincere congratulations to a truly exceptionally gifted Alaskan artist… and commends him for taking the time to give a dam.”

One of  handful of super-humbling hat-tips I've been really grateful to get in my career. Thanks so much to Representatives Grier Hopkins and co-sponsor Adam Wool, and especially Tania Clucas for the accolades and support - it means a lot. Also it looks like I'll accept the kind offer from the outstanding folks at the Greater Fairbanks Chamber of Commerce to just hit the repeat button and roll over into bonus overtime as an extended Artist of the Year.

This was exceptionally generous since all the gigs offered as part of the package were canceled on account of COVID-19. Likewise for the honor of being the poster artist for the fair.

"Thanks for all you do for the arts, arts education and most importantly sharing the majesty of the work of the beaver. Your achievements are a credit to your hard work, dedication, skills and commitment to doing the best. I'm optimistic about Alaska's future because we have strong and skilled people in our community, especially ones who can make us laugh during crying times." - Rep. Hopkins, House District 4

So far 2021 looks to be one of the better reboots ever made... I can't wait. In the meantime I'm takin' the weekend off: be safe everyone.

Update: Yeah sure, an official Legislative Citation is cool and all, and what a wonderful surprise to be on the front page of the freakin' newspaper and all, but let me tell ya when Sourdough Jack name drops you - now that's on-trend.

Sunday, December 11, 2016

COWABUNGA: "Polar Plunge"

 
Heralding our first descent into minus thirty-ish temperatures... 

On a related note, I think I've now heard the absolute worst sound the human ear can possibly endure: that of bare metal, in the form of a front-end loader, while removing layers of ice, which coats the parking area around the water-filling station area, at sub-zero temperatures. The screeching agony was audible for quite some distance even while driving away. Of course my very next stop was at a cafe where I got to sit next someone slowly savoring each and every individual potato chip, with an open mouth no less, which inevitably triggers misophonia
Speaking of auditory agony, I actually had to leave another establishment earlier in the week on account of them playing a classic rock song which shall remain nameless that effectively derailed my attention span enough to hamper any sketching, and consequently infected me for hours afterwards. "Sensitive artist" or what? Update: I went back and after carefully listening to an unattended toddler bang blocks on a toy xylophone, it still sounded better than Billy Joel.
Of course only a matter of degrees separates that from the annual banality of holiday theme music which carried over half a dozen visits to local stores while out shopping. 'Tis the season... and rant aside, I'm definitely feeling pretty jolly and cranking out some holiday material this year... more to come!

Sunday, July 24, 2016

"Walrus Selfie" + "The Alaska Penguin"


I am the walrus, in the sense that I just wish I was on a beach somewhere else. Oh well... this is as good as it gets, which works just fine.


Probably one of the more common and erroneous misconceptions of Alaska would be the presence of penguins: wrong pole but it is a prevalent stereotype given such a similar climate. To say nothing of the tendency of other two-footed residents around here to waddle around amidst the ice fog while swaddled in protective layers of bulky clothing (we'll leave alone the topic of blubber for now).


Which is certainly not to say it can serve as fodder for perpetuating the myth of their previous existence in Alaska, much less the story of their eventual and unfortunate demise.


To be sure there are a host of legendary penguins that populate the media: as a stock character they provide much in the way of comic relief, but it is critical to remember their endangered status, especially given the predicament of many polar species in the face of climate change.

Friday, April 22, 2016

When Ravens Cry...


The time was 1984, the place was the historic Wescott Theatre in Syracuse, NY, and I was still a teenager, only a handful of months away from moving to Alaska. By myself in the back, I had the surreal experience of seeing hundreds and hundreds of silhouetted arms all held in the air, hands silently swaying in unison over the closing track of “Purple Rain.”
By then I had already worn out my copy of his “1999” album: the underlying foundation of respect and inspiration as an artist was his not just raw proficiency as a musician, but the fact that (aside from vocal support) all the tracks were written and performed by himself.

Sunday, July 12, 2015

"Intercommunication" (aka The Last Word)


The supreme irony is that despite the piece's title, a speech balloon, there aren't actually any words in the comic. Just like real life the internet, nobody really says anything when it devolves into a shouting match over territorial pissings.


A while back a friend posted this absolutely fantastic quote from her nine year-old kid: "Sometimes you think everything's about video games, and then you read a comic book and you remember that's where life REALLY is."

Friday, February 27, 2015

He Lived Long & Prospered: Nemoy (1931 - 2015)

"I confess I am at somewhat of a loss for words."

This particular postcard has always been tucked away in some corner on the studio wall wherever I've set up shop over the years. "Mal" puts it best:


After binge-watching all of the last season of Game Of Thrones last weekend, guess I know what'll be playing next, starting tonite.
Boldly Gone...


Sunday, February 8, 2015

"A Man's Outhouse"


Dedicated to that one little kid who, many years ago, loudly announced to the class "You smell like my dad." And yes, it was in this voice.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

"AK Rainbow Bridge"


Lotsa folks in this neck of the woods will relate. Sketched after a long week of mourning Pippen, and in memory of Bird-Dog too. A round of catnip + biscuits to everyone who's been missing their own furry friends and family. Peace.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

I Am Charlie (IV): The Profit


A fourth and final installment that has preempted normal posting, which will resume next weekend.

   Please peruse the links in this essay as there will be discussion + review of the material presented here and over this weekend's series for our classroom critique on the topic of editorial cartooning and media ethics. More below the fold...

Saturday, January 10, 2015

I Am Charlie (III): The Panels


Third in a related series of posts on the Charlie Hedbo assassinations.

    I confess to scrapping today’s post in its entirety late last night, after much reflection and internal debate. This happens a lot with my drawings, moreso when I try and write anything serious or measured. Indeed the history of this very blog is testimony to why editors can often serve a crucial role as a buffer zone. More below the fold...


Friday, January 9, 2015

I Am Charlie (II): The People


Everything scheduled for this weekend's posts has been bumped back, as this event transcends just about everything for me, professionally and morally. Wednesday's incident of complete horror strikes at the heart of so much: humanity, journalism, cartooning, religion, and universal rights. The Charlie Hebdo attack is and will be a significant touchstone in the lives and careers of many, both inside and outside of the industry and media. This is a hyperlink-heavy compendium of some of the better material and insightful coverage + commentary that I have been reading thus far. More below the fold.

“Long live comics, and long live freedom of the press.” (from Boing Boing)

Staff Cartoonists Honoré, Wolinski, Cabu, Tignous and Charb

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Nyeah Nyeah Nyeah


Somewhat reminiscent of an earlier image taken from the same POV of a muskox skull, this one adorned the walls of the Alaska Department of Fish & Game. During a field trip for reference sketching, I was able to get up close and personal for this portrait. Disclaimer: there is minor, subtle Photoshopping.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Bird-Dog Redux: Biscuits


It's been a while, well, half a year now, and every so often, I still has a sad. Even when the little piles of poo re-emerge from beneath the blanket of winter out in the yard. Or the ever-appearing dust-bunnies of shed fur tumble across the floor from underneath the couch.
Usually tear up whenever a friend posts something about losing their pet... which seems to be happening a lot as of late (maybe that's just because of my sensitivity). So this one goes out to all you folks that lost a fuzzball. But fortunately the Great Hamster-Wheel of Life keeps on spinning, especially what with all the puppy pictures getting posted too.

Image from Digman's St. Bernards

Still, give that special someone you love an extra treat today, just because...

Friday, May 2, 2014

Shopping Lists for Cartoonists

Image courtesy of The Significant Otter

I guessing that this is a pretty safe bet on how to get one's errant and absent-minded cartoonist boyfriend to complete the mission when dispatching him to the grocery store...