Saturday, 27 February 2010
Creepy Shining twins survey the traffic flora & fauna...
(Article by Michael Holden)
Three kids-two girls of around five and boy who might have been seven-were sat on the front upstairs seats of a bus. The girls were sitting together and the boy was next to a man with headphones on, who looked too young and disinterested to be their father, and he wasn’t. When their dad did finally tell them to be quiet he did so from the comparative sonic safety of a seat several rows behind them. Those of us sat in between though were subject to full force of his children’s shrill enquiries.
Girl 1 (loudly) “How does hair grow?”
Boy (with complete confidence)“Hair is like magic.”
Girl 1 “How do people grow?”
Boy “People grow at night. If you go to bed early you will grow tall.”
Girl 2 “How do buses grow?”
Boy “Buses are just like buses. They don’t’ grow.”
Girls (in unison, having sensed an opportunity) “How do traffic
Boy (playing into their hands) “Traffic lights don’t grow.”
Girls (gaining momentum now, and growing sinister-like the twins in
The Shining) “How do taxis grow?”
Boy (banging his head on the seat with each syllable, frustrated with the game which he had partly created) “Taxis-don’t-grow!
Girl 1 “How do people die?”
Girl 2 (straight afterwards) “Why do people have red hair?”
Father (as though having his children unlock two of the great mysteries of existence before a captive audience might be more than the universe could bear.) “That’s enough kids. Shut up now.” •
Wednesday, 24 February 2010
Monday, 22 February 2010
This sketch got incorporated into the illustration for The Economist in the previous post (Economical tigers - http://stevemaystuff.blogspot.com/2010/02/economical-tigers.html) but is actually illustrating the debilitating effects of 'Brigadier's Syndrome' on a child -
symptoms include -
excessive bellowing, theatrical growth of facial hair, and an alarming affinity for gin & guns.
(Soft toys are liable to be shot, stuffed & mounted.)
(You have been warned!)
Recent commission for The Economist magazine on the subject of heat re-cycling
- you might have noticed I became slightly more excited about the prospect of drawing tigers which the nice folk at the magazine seemed happy to indulge me with, bless 'em!
Hurray for tigers!
Decided to run with the dissonance & 'hieroglyphic exclamations' in the text (with a little added dairy product of course)
(Article by Michael Holden)
On busy trains conversations rise like dissonant music from all
angles, leaving you to bear befuddled and silent witness to the
results. Departing Manchester recently I was regaled by the almost
hieroglyphic exclamations of a Welsh woman in the seat behind me,
themselves punctuated by outbursts from a businessman and his clearly
long-suffering PA to my left-referred to here for reasons of clarity
as Alan and Lynne.
Woman (on the phone) “Did he tick all the boxes?”
Alan: (jabbing at a chart) “He’s lost focus”
Woman “You’re kidding?”
Alan: “He needs to get focused again”
Woman: “You’re (+I)kidding(-I)!”
Lynne: “Here’s the schedule for next month.”
Woman: “I got rid of all my yoghurts”
Alan: “Salesmen will always benefit from focus.”
Woman “Remember he’s on holidays…the slim guy with the glasses and the
army jacket and the long hair…well he told me he was on holiday…you
said it was super. You couldn’t see? Well that’s gutting that
is…that’ll be your last scan now, unless you pay for another…they’re
coming down are they?”
Lynne (nervously watching Alan read something) “It all adds up.”
Alan (dismissive) “There’s no point doing the math.”
Woman: “You’re breaking up. I’m going to a meeting but I feel so
Alan: (waving the paper angrily) “I can’t read this, cut to the chase!
Where are the bombs in this agenda, where are the bombs, the IEDs?”
Lynne (stifling a scream but still loudly, while snatching back the
documents) “IT’S JUST A LIST OF IDEAS.”
That shut him up, for a while.
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Saturday, 13 February 2010
Spot the references...I couldn't resist the pool playing dogs (which don't show up at all in my copy of the paper - ho hum)
(Article by Michael Holden)
The world is full of strange cycles. Go into a pub to use the toilet,
buy a pint for the sake of protocol and pretty soon you’re back in the
toilet again. I was in one of these loops when I saw that the pub
itself was fixed in a weird judgemental cycle of its own. Two people
were looking at a laptop and pointing out things they didn’t approve
of on the Internet, themselves watched by two workmen who clearly had
no time for them, while next to me two more men talked disapprovingly
about popular art as I listened disapprovingly to them.
Man 1: “Did you see that documentary on the BBC the other night? It
was about that guy, Kit Williams, he did like photo-realism, it was
very popular in the 80’s –horrible pictures-he made a gold rabbit?”
Man 2 (decisively-and in no way confused by the fact that the
aforementioned artist’s most famous work was actually a hare) “No”
Man 1 (pleading) “You must remember the rabbit? Everyone was looking for it.”
Man 2 “I don’t recall. There was another thing though, something to do
with following letters of the alphabet. If you figured out the
sequence you got twenty grand or something. It wasn’t long ago.”
Man 1 “This was the 80’s. He was on Wogan.”
Man 2 “I don’t know him.”
Man 1 “It was a good documentary. But the thing with that stuff is
it’s all about the craft, ‘oh, it really looks like him.’ As if that’s
the most important thing!”
Man 2 “Like that Jack Vettriano. He knows what people who don’t like
art like. They like story.”
Man 1 (looking blankly afraid, as though suddenly alert to all his own
frustrations) “He makes millions.”
Man 2 (looking the same) “Yeah.”
Thursday, 11 February 2010
A man afflicted with an inability to make noise is assisted by a helpful passing Foley artist to gain entry to his house.
The man is generally upset by his condition but is very popular with geese (see also - 'goose' & 'saying boo to')
Saturday, 6 February 2010
Despite all labelling to the contrary I did draw this ...it's better than 'insert artist name here' which I've been referred to by before...someone shoot the sub editor!
(Article by Michael Holden)
Listening to people who seem to have been parachuted into one another's company – yet appear to get along perfectly well – a very modern form of cynicism kicks in, at least for me. Like watching the opening scenes of Big Brother, part of me is always thinking, "This won't last. They will soon hate each other." So it was with two young men sitting at near me in a bar, exchanging stories of themselves for reasons that were never clear.
Man 1 "Your job sounds pretty relaxed."
Man 2 (as though what followed were something to be proud of) "Oh yeah, I watch a lot of stuff on YouTube, keep up with the latest viral ads. Sometimes I help out with a pitch. You're based in the Far East?"
Man 1 "Malaysia."
Man 2 "How's that?"
Man 1 "It's like the opposite of here. It's hot, the food's great …"
Man 2 "So what is it you do?"
Man 1 "Bit of everything. I'm part-training, part-headhunting with a bit of systems shit thrown in. My boss is opening a restaurant; I said I'll have some of that. So I'm a partner there too."
Man 2 (losing interest) "Pretty diverse, then?"
Man 1 "Oh yeah. I rip through the local legal shit, I make things happen. On a project-by-project basis. You need something done, we can take it all the way."
Man 2 "You speak the language?"
Man 1 (rubbing his fingertips together to illustrate his point) "Money talks. But that's not to say you don't have to get your hands dirty, get hands-on. You get off the path and it gets tribal. I've been to weddings barefoot. Drunk blood. Whatever it takes."
Man 2 "So what would you call it then?"
Man 1 "Systems analysis"
Man 2 "Right."
Monday, 1 February 2010
The 'whore's' quote was from an image at the Museum of Everything in Chalk Farm, the sausage references are too complicated to explain, although I definitely wish animals would stick to their alloted food clichés - dogs = sausages, bears = honey, elephants = buns etc. Would make everything sooo much simpler for everyone
(PS the misused apostrophes are deliberate dummy!)