After my trip to Crufts, I realised that I enjoyed taking shots at public events. Places where a camera is less of an intrusion, or at least feels like less of an intrusion. So I wandered up to a local cat show at the Wood Green Animal Shelter up in Godmanchester. It was a bit tricky to frame stuff up as the layout was rather rigid, with the cats all in cages and the cages all in serried ranks. The people were a degree less eccentric than the dog show crowd, so less fun there. The cats were beautiful however. I didn’t want to just take snaps of pretty moggies though, so I tried to get a flavour of the event as best I could. I didn’t spend anything like long enough there but here’s what I got. . .
Feline Eye contact no 1. The cat’s single eye sums it all up. Amazing how expressive a single eye can be. Or at least, how expressive the viewer makes it. How the cat actually feels is only to be guessed at, but to human eyes it looks well pissed off.
Feline eye contact 2.
Feline eye contact no 3.- of the embroidered kind.
These bald cats are so odd, like some kind of embryonic creature. Poor bloody things, why do we do this to cats?
The judging happened on little trolley type tables that the judges wheeled round. The reserves of patience these cats have is amazing, compared to most cats I have known.
I liked how she seemed to be peering out from behind a palisade of chairs. .
Yeah well, I thought it was funny.
I did a guest blog post for a site called ‘Picture Book Den’ a couple of weeks ago. You remember. . . hah, course you don’t 😉
Anyway, the post went down well, and I have been asked to join the select band of eminent and widely published Children’s Book writers that make up the site’s admins and regular posters. I have graciously accepted the offer of course.
So now, and henceforward, if you visit the site you will see my name on the important list just under the banner at the top, and if you click on said name you will be spirited straight to the ‘about’ page where you can marvel at the wonders there revealed concerning who I am and what I do. That is, if you weren’t fully clued up on my wonders already.
It will be nice to feel like part of a community of writers. Writing and illustrating is an isolated profession, we all beaver away in our own little bubble. (which makes me want to draw beavers in bubbles but I shall restrain myself) This relative isolation does have it’s advantages of course, like not having to commute anywhere, and not being required to deal in or with office politics etc, so it can be a perfectly pleasant way to exist, but not all the time. It can be isolat-ing as well as isolat-ed.
So being able to connect with people who know what I am talking about because they do the same thing as me will be a refreshing and valuable thing too. I’m pleased 😉
That being said, as I will be posting there four or five times a year at least I had better start working out what to post about. . . hmmm. .
Oh well, if all else fails, draw rabbits. . . in shades. . . that’s what I say.
I’m having an ebay posting fest right now. I have what I guess you could call a comics ‘collection’, all of it in boxes in the garage. As I haven’t looked at any of it in years hardly, I decided to declutter and sell it if I could.
I’m starting with the American comics I accumulated in the late seventies. Not sure why really as I am not a great fan of American comics generally. I did grow quite fond of the work of Jack Kirby however, he has a simple dynamic style and takes strange liberties with the human figure, not always successfully to my mind ;-).
So I spent a fair bit of time photographing around 100 comics (just for starters!) bringing them into Pshop and saving as jpegs. I’ve put about thirty or so on ebay over the last few days and have sold about fifty percent, so I’m quite pleased. I will be doing this for the next few months at this rate though. . . At least I get to recycle all the Amazon packaging and jiffy bags I hoarded for just such an eventuality!
Apart from that I’ve been hacking out rotten wood from a window frame and making good again. . . making a wood panelled wall effect using MDF and those thin edging strips you get from DIY shops. Looks bloody good actually ;-). Sorting out all the accumulated free copies of my books that were in boxes in the attic in order to give them to Primary Schools locally, putting up shelves in my studio to put the rest of them on, taking some crap from out of the garage down to the dump, putting bits and pieces on freecycle and getting the car MOTed.
So nothing creative to blog about.
So here’s a drawing of a cat.
Engaged as I am, in an ongoing decluttering process. Not going mad and throwing everything out but just being sensible, in as far as that word can apply to me, and shifting stuff I don’t need, don’t want, and haven’t looked at for up to ten years. You know the kind of thing. . . Yes you do. . .
Every now and then I come across things of interest. To me anyway.
Some of the things I find are possibly interesting enough to share. Yes they are. . .
Here’s one of said interesting things. A small scrap of very yellowy paper with some artwork on it. (Scanned and cleaned up for your delectation and delight) Interesting to about five facebook friends who may get to read this anyway.
This is a Logo I knocked up for the band I was in at Art School. Yes, an Art School Band, oh dear 😉 Not so much of the ‘Oh dear’ please, we were all right. We were all young kids in the sixties, which seemed like a golden age for pop music, so playing sixties covers seemed the natural fun thing to do. So we did. This was before the short lived sixties revival mini trend of the late seventies/early eighties so we were ahead of our time, sort of. It was fun, but fell apart by slow degrees over the years that followed. No commercial success was forthcoming, largely because we didn’t have a bleedin clue, and didn’t have a go-getting managerial type involved either. Ay well, I hope any ex Dads reading this get a twinge of nostalgia 😉
Why ‘The Dads’? Was fatherhood a desired prospect at the time. Nah, it was more to do with the concept of not being hip and cool, reacting against the self serving narcissism of the self proclaimedly cool. We liked ( were amused by ) the patronisingly fatherly older men depicted in sixties comics and magazines. Men with pipes dishing out good humoured advice and instruction. We thought that calling a band ‘The Dads’ would be funny in an absurdist kind of way. We didn’t really think it through to any huge extent, we just went with it.
The guy in the logo was nicked from Tiger comic circa 64 I think. There was a page called ‘Talking Sport, with The Skipper’. He is ‘The Skipper’. Obviously all sporting activity benefits from a good puff on a pipe. . .
I’ve been pointing my camera at bits of tangled undergrowth and mad strips of hedgerow for a few years now. Most people don’t get it. But then most people don’t get a lot of things. It’s not compulsory 🙂 But if you were wondering why I bother, read on. . .
I am evidently finding something that fascinates me enough to keep exploring the subject, but what that something is, isn’t easy to define. However, I’ll give it a try.
I love the way the seeming linear madness resolves itself into a kind of crazed but beautiful compositional whole when photographed. I like the feeling of arrested movement, like a frozen explosion, or like a wave caught at the moment of breaking. I like the complexity of the overlapping lines, never allowing the eye to rest. I like the way the viewer isn’t allowed to relax into resolving the image into some kind of familiar woodland scene, although what is in the image is familiar, just unregarded. I like the negation of depth and the emphasis on pattern. I like the sheer tangled vitality of it all. . .
The act of framing, the act of choosing what should be framed and from where, turns what others might regard as an unstructured mess into a statement about nature, about beauty about photography and about me.
I don’t want to find something beautiful and photograph it. I want the photograph to be the thing of beauty.
Hope that helps 😉 Not that you were fretting about it or anything.
All photos taken with a Fuji X100 with a Nikon WC-E86 wide angle adaptor.
I’ve been sorting through the boxes of comics and books in the garage with a view to sticking a lot of them on ebay. The idea of photographing them all and listing them one at a time is daunting, but if I divide the task into manageable chunks it should be doable.
Who knows, I might get a bob or two out of it. Considering a lot of the stuff I bought was in the region of ten or twenty pence I might just get me money back 😉
I’ve started the process anyhow and so far I’m enjoying it.
You see, the reason I accumulated a lot of this stuff in the first place was for the artwork on the covers. You know the kind of thing, hand painted dramatic scenes from cheesy, hard boiled detective fiction, based on cheesy American films. Garish and overblown, but often beautifully drawn. It had a sort of kitsch value for me at first, but now I have a much more genuine admiration for it. And if I don’t admire some of the genre, I have an affection for it. It’s stuff that my parents would probably have thought of as a bit naff, and therefore not something I would have been exposed to as a kid. Which is probably why it had an impact on me when I did discover surviving examples lurking in junk shops and suchlike places when I was a feckless Art Student.
I love the boldness and the often clichéd, but unashamedly so, drama. As time goes on I like these book covers more and more. At least if I photograph them all I will have something I can look at on screen, which makes the images a darn site more available than them being in a box in the garage or the loft. And it means I can share them with you lucky people!
As you should have noticed by now, dotted throughout this post are some great covers from a really cheaply printed series, The Sexton Blake Library. Captured before they completely fall apart. No date inside, but looking on ebay at similar ones they might be from the thirties and forties. The clothes and hairstyles seem to suggest that.
Anyway, enjoy. . .
And ‘I Want To Be. . . An Eagle Book of Careers’ is here to encourage me. from about 1962 I would guess. There is no date in the book. There are all sorts of careers featured. I will scan and post requests 😉
‘I want to be a Miner’ being possibly the most ironic. . .
I must develop my personality and try to make my designs more splendid. . .
A wonderful word, a Valerie Singleton, Blue Peter word. there are not enough splendid things in the world these days.
My old art teacher at school used to wear a velvet jacket and a bow tie, maybe he was at Art School (approved by The Ministry of Education) with young Adrian here.
And when was the last time you called anyone ‘sir’?