Remember, Remember.

My dad, having quietly enjoyed his first outing as a comic character, makes his second, and he's brought my mother.

Again, these people look like people who look like my mum and dad, but not exactly my mum and dad.

Calvin & Hobbes.

I feel a bit fraudulent for entering into the latest 'draw' Twitter hashtag thing run by James Howard. Calvin and Hobbes seems to be one of those things that people go giddy over like a frayed and much-loved childhood toy, and until I looked into it today I wasn't 100% sure which one was Hobbes and which Calvin. 

I've never really read a strip, although having a look at the originals, they are beautifully drawn (by Bill Watterson.) I kind of put them in the same stinky cat basket as the appalling Garfield, but I'm beginning to see that this might have been a mistake. 

So, anyway, Calvin and Hobbes. Or Hobbes and Calvin. Whichever way it is.

City At Night.

New oil painting, a night view. One of two paintings inspired by a visit to the Symbolist Landscape exhibition in Edinburgh, in particular Riddarfjarden by Eugene Janssen, which I sat and looked at for a long time.

Florence, Night, oil on canvas, 76cm x 51cm.

Doodle.

It's drawn with indian ink in a Rotring pen but I washed it with ordinary Parker Quink, not intentionally but because it was close by on the desk. Turns out to be a lovely colour.

Another Handsome Man

Of course he looks rough. On his way to the goldmines he crossed the western hills where his pony (Prancing Bill) fell over a cliff, his dog ran away, now he's crawling on his knees eating dust. How would you look?

(Inspired by 'The Song of a Hundred Toads', on the Handsome Family's Singing Bones album.)

Thought Bubbles.

The Thought Bubble Sequential Arts Festival, to give it the name it goes by at its Gran's, is on in Leeds from the 11th to the 18th November. As part of it, the 3rd Northern Sequential Art Competition is running, and the entries are live online now on THIS LINK HERE. Have a browse.

There's some very fine work in there, and although I've not had a close look at everything and it's probably unfair to pick out individuals, a couple really caught my eye - Sarah Fogg's 'The Tale of the Selkie' and 'Boundary' by Corban Wilkin. I think these are lovely.

 

Mine's called 'I Held Stuff' and it is a true story. My Dad has not seen it yet. It's this one.

I have to say, it's a terrible likeness of my Dad.

UPDATE: my mum has shown it to my dad. He seems quietly pleased with it.

Handsome

Following on from Gail With the Golden Hair, here's the Nameless Ohio Farmer who discovered a bottomless pit behind his barn, into which went tractors, dead cows and eventually, in a quest to get to the bottom of the bottomless, himself.

 

Another nameless character, but up Falling Rock Hill, where the leaves swoop like bats, he shot his brother William five times in the back.

Aristocat.

Self-explanatory.