We went to an excellent talk yesterday at the Albion Beatnik Bookshop, by Jeremy Renals on the sub-genres of jazz. Most of the people in my sketch are jazzers, but a couple crept in from book-covers I could see in the shop.
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No comic today, but I wanted to share two doodles from my sketchbook. The second one I made at the hospital, waiting for a gastroscopy*, and perhaps then the theme is obvious. In hindsight I now understand the first one too!
I’m happy to say they found nothing! The doctor allowed me to turn slightly to look at the monitor, so now I have gazed at my navel from both sides.
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(* The spelling checker is complaining, and suggesting gastropod instead. I think that would have been far tastier.)
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A clown's head floating in space, with an octopus wrapped around the peak of his pointed hat; a spotted bow-tie; we can see through the oesophagus, a hand operated meat mincer.
A periscope with an eye on a flexible tube, peering into a maze of transparent tubes, one of which opens up into a sphere containing a whale, a shark, an octopus. A network of vein-like tubes cover the surface.
A periscope with an eye on a flexible tube, peering into a maze of transparent tubes, one of which opens up into a sphere containing a whale, a shark, an octopus. A network of vein-like tubes cover the surface.
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I draw the white rhinoceros
with colours dull and grimy --
for if I used some brighter tones
his hide would be too shiny.
with colours dull and grimy --
for if I used some brighter tones
his hide would be too shiny.
Not strictly a comic, but wishing readers merry seasonal bonhomie du jour.
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Sexy female rhino with lipstick and red ribbons, curled up on a pink sofa, posterior to the anterior, with wine and chocolates. A copy of Albrecht Durer's Rhinoceros is on the wall behind, with the title "Uncle Albrecht".
I’ve just finished reading the Taschen Titian book. Did someone say gesundheit?
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Salami.
Idiot! I said "Salome"!
Idiot! I said "Salome"!
So, as I mentioned, we went to see the exhibition of Francis Bacon and Henry Moore at the Ashmolean at the weekend.
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II: So you enjoyed the Henry Moor, Itchy?
I: Oh yes, Knee. And you liked the Francis Bacon?
I: Oh yes, Knee. And you liked the Francis Bacon?
The panel they said couldn’t be done. Itchy and Knee as you’ve never seen them before. Don’t miss this thrilling episode of The Family Tayberry.
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Subtitled "Part 18: The Harvest Home!"
Itchy and Knee appear as monks in pseudo renaissance / medieval trompe l'oeil room, with a tayberry hunt and annunciatory cherubs blowing trumpets and flutes. Anachronisms abound. Itchy bears the single tayberry on a golden cushion. Knee awaits, with a carving knife and fork to receive the berry. Is Itchy safe?
Next time: The Grand Carving
Itchy and Knee appear as monks in pseudo renaissance / medieval trompe l'oeil room, with a tayberry hunt and annunciatory cherubs blowing trumpets and flutes. Anachronisms abound. Itchy bears the single tayberry on a golden cushion. Knee awaits, with a carving knife and fork to receive the berry. Is Itchy safe?
Next time: The Grand Carving
This is what happened to me at the Cotswold Wildlife Park at the weekend while standing on the raised giraffe-viewing platform. The sheer magical magnificence of it was spoilt only by the lively argument I was having with another visitor over whether one was permitted to pet the giraffes. Ironically, I was the one maintaining that one shouldn’t, and so I was under strong moral obligation not to. Though I did want to, very much indeed.
I clearly remember a book from my early school-days called “Nobody Listens to Andrew”, with the leitmotif “There’s a BEAR in my bedroom!” (which all the adults ignore, of course.) I strongly empathised with that Andrew. You can still buy that book, I find.
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There's a GIRAFFE in my sketchbook
I’ve no idea if it’s possible to smoothly plié in third. Maybe if you have fuel injection. I just like saying Royal Ballet School of Motoring.
Historical note: Yes, I realise that motor cars no longer look like this.
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Now second...
and up into third...
then smoothly plie
and back for the da capo
and up into third...
then smoothly plie
and back for the da capo
Diary entry: Yesterday we saw the exhibition of Ice Age art at the British Museum (in London). It was, for me, astonishing. The exhibits are drawn from 40,000 years of human history, yet you can clearly see that the artists were as skilled and as insightful as any today. These people thought just the same way that we do, though their technology was less advanced.
If you can possibly get to London to visit the exhibition before it closes on 2nd June, then go! (Booking essential)
In the picture I’ve roughed out part of the Great Court (as seen from just above my much needed cup of coffee!) and overlaid my thumbnail sketches of some of the objects that caught my attention.