Monday, 29 August 2011
This was a dream I had a few weeks ago. Pretty much how it happened in the strip, using a machine gun to stop a fall from a very tall building. Watching the character falling and working out a way to survive his predicament was exhilarating. The Doc is of course up to no good with his experiments so the younger character had to run for his life, I laughed when I saw the machine gun emergency cabinet. It makes sense to have them in all millitary bases with sinister going ons. Toilets in dreams are weird and signify a lot of repression. I enjoyed the dream and making the comic strip version of it.
I don't dream all the time, every few months I might have a great dream. A bit like inserting a Dvd or an old VHS tape into a player, sitting back and watch what is going on for the night.
Slightly clearer web version here.
Sunday, 28 August 2011
I have not been happy with the Word Press site where I have been putting my Dream Comics, so today I am closing that site down and importing anything of worth over to this Blogger site. The first one was 'Birds Nest', the second (presented here) 'Lost & Found' and soon to be followed by 'Machine Gun Rattle'.
Tuesday, 23 August 2011
We're back in our old stomping ground of Whitby for the day, having stowed away on a coach for a few hours. Most coaches to this part of the world can take over four hours from Wakefield, this one got us there in three and we got offered tea, coffee, biscuits, and three types of soup to keep us happy. It's not a regular service but one of those day out type trips and today's event is Whitby Folk Week. There's a real otherworldly quality to walking around drizzled streets, hearing musicians playing in pubs and on the streets and sitting on the harbour wall eating our chip butties.
Even though the moors were covered in mist and drizzle and black cloud, the Purple Heather looks amazing, I spent a few years at the end of the Nineties living in amongst the Heather on a farm near Goathland but I've never seen the Heather looking as intense as it looks today. Maybe the coach has tinted windows?
Monday, 22 August 2011
I can't remember why I was up so early this morning. I don't remember being unwell with headaches or upset stomach or flu. I don't remember the cat causing a fuss and destroying the wood work with his claws. Maybe I just went to bed early? Anyway, I was up with the Sun, wandering around the garden with my camera marvelling at the light and wondering why I don't do this more often.
Saturday, 20 August 2011
Today I went walking the Agbrigg fringes again with Helen. Tried to draw from observation but I really struggle with the process lately. I'm drawing all the time, but projects involving drawing from my imagination has put me into a different mode, what I draw from memory feels more real than drawing from life. I find the camera is now my best friend for recording life, sorry pencil, I'm sure it will all change back again one day.
Monday, 15 August 2011
Trying to get away from the computer I been out walking the past few days. I joined Helen on one of her jaunts around the fringes of of our neighbourhood, Agbrigg armed with a new camera. I want to get back to recording things around me and as my drawing seems to have moved in a different direction for the time being, photography seems like a good answer.
Friday, 5 August 2011
It's always a pleasure to do a drawing for Ben Haggarty, this is detail from a poster for his story of a Soldier, a mean old Tzar and lots and lots of naughty devils. I saw the story performed in a cold and foggy February this year, a real change from the heat of the past few weeks.
The character of the Old Soldier developed over a few drawings and discussions with Ben. I think we got the right one in the end. I will post more details about the show when I get them, it's a great story to see told.
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