You know deep down inside that, if you’re doing something wrong, you deserve to take the consequences. There’s just something inherently unfair about speed cameras. A little too Orewellian . . . big brother watching everything you do. One of the best scenes in the Rowan Atkinson film, Johnny English, is the use of his Aston Martin’s rocket launcher to dispatch one of the evil devices. This parody of all things Bond was written by the same writers of the past four Bond movies, Robert Wade and Neal Purvis.
Archive for October, 2009
Erica Jacobs, a professor at George Mason University, has written an article where she gives mention to some books worth reading. One of them is “Caveman Manners and Other Polite Poems” written by David Steinberg and illustrated by . . . me!
All too often we consider money and power to be the definition of success. Better to be an example to those that follow.
Once, when my daughter was very young, we were in Trinity College, Dublin to view the Book of Kells. There was a display explaining how the monks used vellum made from hides. I asked my daughter how they got the cows to stand still while the monks wrote. She said they must have had to tie them in place (she’s always been sensible and creative). Well, I’ve had the chance to draw on an elephant. The part I used was definitely still and I didn’t have to tie it down. My sister, who often finds strange and wonderful gifts, sent me a sketch book made from recycled paper and elephant poo! It’s very nice to draw on and has a warm (that brings unpleasant thoughts to mind) tone rather than stark white paper. You can get Ellie Poo paper here.
Just when you think no one noticed . . .
This is a different post but one of great importance. After years of “What’s in it for me?”, it’s time for a little “What can I do to help?” As part of the government’s push to get people to volunteer, the National Cartoonists Society asked members to draw something into their strips. Many of the members of the Berndt Toast Gang earn their living in other parts of the field but we still wanted to help. This is where the Ink Well Foundation comes into the picture. It’s a group of cartoonists, animators, and entertainers who visit various children’s hospitals and hospices around the country. Last Friday, we made our second visit to St. Mary’s Children’s Hospital. St. Mary’s offers long-term care for children with life-limiting conditions. But kids are kids, resilient, funny, always great inspiration and thrilled by what we cartoonists do. We would be lost without them, they are our biggest fans.
Ray Alma, animator, illustrator and caricaturist, is our liaison between St. Mary’s and the Ink Well Foundation. Ray and I were joined by Joe Vissichelli (caricaturist), Tim Savage (art director and illustrator), Joyce Pendretti (face-painter, and the hit of the evening), Howard Beckerman (animation legend, professor, and author), Dan Danglo (fellow animator, Felix the Cat is just one of his great projects), and Mark Mitchell (famed Disney artist, all the way from Massachusetts).
The staff at St. Mary’s are extraordinary. Wonderful, caring people making a difference in many lives. It takes a special group to welcome a bunch of cartoonists in to disrupt their busy schedule and doing it all with a smile.
Most of my sketches come out of nowhere. Just wherever the line leads. Once in a while they resemble someone. This is the case here. For some reason this one reminds me of Elvis Costello. At least, before a haircut.
Do I press this button or that one? Technology is supposed to make things easier but, occasionally, it all gets too much. All I wanted to do was check-in. Since it was the little puddle-jumper subsidiary of a major airline, we were given no choice but to use the automated (Ha!) check-in at the airport. It took about twice as long and an attendant still had to come over and review our documents.
I wasn’t in a bad mood but I was on a rush hour train, not the off-peak I first planned. How much is the upgrade?
Some cars just call out to be drawn. Here’s an Austin-Healey Sprite. These were affectionately called the “bug-eye” in the U.S. and the “frog-eye” in the U.K.