Tuesday, October 09, 2012
Just Did This
Daniel Clowes Panel (Oakland Museum of Art)
In July I drove down to Oakland to see a museum retrospective of Daniel Clowes work. Such an impressive show--he's my favorite comic artist, so I was bound to enjoy it. But beyond the great art (and there was plenty), the museum really out-did themself (themselves? theirselves?) with the exhibition space.
Lots of fancy touches like enlarging exemplary panels and pasting them around the upper border of the walls. Two monumental structures anchored the floor space--they were painted dark gray and decorated with street scenes from Clowes' comic world. These background drawings weren't ainted on--they were carved into the surface. One even had a quilted crash pad kind of seating for folks to stretch out and relax.
As I wandered the exhibition, who should show up but the artist hisself. He was walking Chris Ware (his pal) through the show. Tho' a dozen or so folk filled the gallery, no one recognized them as they made their way along the walls.
I was desperate to listen in, but didn't want to harass them. So I held station at the front of the room where I was sketching, and watched them orbit back my way. Seeing these two icons of contemporary art comics confabbing, I knew I had to attempt a sketch. What glory for my Brushpen Breakfast site! What a scoop! I started to scribble...
...but the pressure got to me. The drawing below is a post-facto reconstruction.
Later the two sat down in the museum auditorium and talked about their work. The line to get in was almost Comic-Con long--too many people for us all to get in. Fortunately, I was the LAST PERSON ADMITTED. Phew. Would have been a bummer to drive down from Portland and not see the talk.
But the talk was hampered by a discussion leader (the head curator) who knew little about Clowes work..and of course the ubiquitous audience questions that were all pretty lame (not that I had better!). Mainly Clowes tried to set the curator right on his lack of knowledge, and Ware kept telling the audience how incredible Clowes is (an endearing thing). During the whole event, Clowes came across like some kind of grizzled diplomat, or even a retired CIA agent: someone who'd seen it all, and lived to tell about it.
Great show, (and sorry to say it's over).
Lots of fancy touches like enlarging exemplary panels and pasting them around the upper border of the walls. Two monumental structures anchored the floor space--they were painted dark gray and decorated with street scenes from Clowes' comic world. These background drawings weren't ainted on--they were carved into the surface. One even had a quilted crash pad kind of seating for folks to stretch out and relax.
As I wandered the exhibition, who should show up but the artist hisself. He was walking Chris Ware (his pal) through the show. Tho' a dozen or so folk filled the gallery, no one recognized them as they made their way along the walls.
I was desperate to listen in, but didn't want to harass them. So I held station at the front of the room where I was sketching, and watched them orbit back my way. Seeing these two icons of contemporary art comics confabbing, I knew I had to attempt a sketch. What glory for my Brushpen Breakfast site! What a scoop! I started to scribble...
...but the pressure got to me. The drawing below is a post-facto reconstruction.
Later the two sat down in the museum auditorium and talked about their work. The line to get in was almost Comic-Con long--too many people for us all to get in. Fortunately, I was the LAST PERSON ADMITTED. Phew. Would have been a bummer to drive down from Portland and not see the talk.
But the talk was hampered by a discussion leader (the head curator) who knew little about Clowes work..and of course the ubiquitous audience questions that were all pretty lame (not that I had better!). Mainly Clowes tried to set the curator right on his lack of knowledge, and Ware kept telling the audience how incredible Clowes is (an endearing thing). During the whole event, Clowes came across like some kind of grizzled diplomat, or even a retired CIA agent: someone who'd seen it all, and lived to tell about it.
Monday, October 08, 2012
Sunday, October 07, 2012
Pre Code Kubert
Saturday, October 06, 2012
Friday Film Frame- You Oughta
Henry The Worst
Does these animated gifs on his Tumblr.
He's been doing directors and the FuckYeahDirectors picked up on it and distributed it that much wider. I think Friday Film frame could really get going on Tumblr.
Friday, October 05, 2012
Negative Halftone - Scanned to Reveal Inverse
Wednesday, October 03, 2012
Kirby How-To
Good stuff. I found it while I was looking into Kirby Crackle
Links to Monster Dwell Stuff-Via Sherm Cohen on Twitter
And Hulk when he wasn't splash page size
Monday, October 01, 2012
Interesting-I'll be curious what he gets for it
I sold it to him for 250 bucks, buy it now, on Ebay. What will he manage to get for it?
I thought he just loved my work.
AUCTION
Different guy. This guy gave me 920 bucks for 5 or 6 sketchbooks. If he sells two pages, he'll make a profit for what he paid for individual books.
I'm still enjoying it even if it means I could be savvier about the worth of things. I like that the art will take off and find new homes all over the place. I feel like I'm Van Gogh with the art migrating around. With top dollar being paid for it.
Gives me a much needed confidence boost.
EBAY SATURN VECTORMAN
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