Sep 082009
 

In honour of my Dad’s visit to San Francisco last week, here is another image from our elephant book collaboration from a year or two ago.

My father and his wife Wendy landed here on the home-bound leg of an around the world trip, and I played host to them at my tiny apartment. I also took on the role of turbo-tour-guide as I showed them as much of San Francisco as possible in the brief time that they were here, which made for a sometimes tiring schedule, especially as it is still tourist season so we had lots of competition in trying to get onto cable cars, buses and ferries and into art museums and galleries…

But having out-of-town visitors makes for a good excuse to really get out and take a look at this beautiful city that I am so lucky to live in. The weather has been beautiful and we couldn’t have had a better week for sightseeing (The visibility from Twin Peaks was the best I have ever seen in my many visits up there).

Apart from time spent with my family, I have also been trying to draw and paint on location lately, but I haven’t done much of anything that I am very happy to show yet, despite the enjoyment I get from doing this. Hopefully, I will generate some drawings worthy of posting here sometime soon. The art-posts have become infrequent on my blog this year and I need to address that…

If I am posting a lot on my blog it usually means I have a lot of spare time, and conversely when posts become sparse, it is often a sign that I have some fun things happening in the real world. That has been the case lately; I have been busy with real life and haven’t been posting much on here… but there will be some scribbles posted soon, I promise!

 

This was probably my best show ever, largely due to the intense socialising I did this year, in what was certainly the most tiring show I have ever done. I am still dealing with the cumulative sleep deprivation of a week of fun.

And yet, there is a strange love/hate aspect of going to Comic Con that is hard to pin down. Each time I go, I have so much fun, and yet it can be an overwhelming and even frustrating experience as well. I think that no matter where you are on the nerd-spectrum, from super-nerd to barely-nerd, there will be moments of joy and pleasure at Comic Con and moments where you have reached your threshold and want out, ASAP…

In the years I have been going, first as an attendee and more recently as an exhibitor, COMIC CON INTERNATIONAL has grown exponentially into a huge media event, and lately it seems that the hokey and home made quality that I used to love about it is being crowded out by the huge, the corporate and the slick.

While on the one hand it is wonderful to see nerd culture being embraced by the mainstream and even Hollywood, it also makes the event so huge that it becomes a chore to attend. Simply finding the booths that you want to see, even those that you have known about in advance, is so very hard that it sucks all the fun out of the room sometimes.

Moreover, The focus has shifted away from the comics and the artists themselves to media promotion, movies, games, celebrity panels, and limited edition collectibles. A better name for the show that Comic Con has become would be MEDIA CON. Comics seem to be the last thing on people’s minds these days.

But I love going there. I enjoy seeing certain friends who I only ever see at these events. I enjoy wandering around the hall and seeing the beautifully made figurines, the original artwork, the prints the life sized maquettes… I love all of it even though I am not a collector (I got more than my fair share of nerd genes but I did not get the COLLECTOR gene).

Even though I do not collect toys or artwork, I enjoy seeing them. Being able to go to a dealer booth and see original artwork, drawn by my art-heroes, and hold it in my own hands and see the brush strokes is a real charge for a comics dork such as myself. One of my favourite things in the world is to see the work of human hands, and for that reason, I love Comic Con. It also explains why I get a kick out of all the fans in costume, both the shoddy home-made and dorky outfits and the beautifully hand-crafted ones are both a testament to the fan-love that drove the event in the first place.

Some people I know have always expressed embarrassment at the fans in costume, as if they lower the tone, but for me that has always been the heart and soul of the event. Without them it is just a huge room full of people buying stuff. With them in attendance there is some sense of fun and pageantry and, more importantly, an expression of the joy of being there not for profit but just for fun.

This year Rhode and I tipped our hats to the home-made and hokey quality of con-culture when we adorned our booth with a giant home-made tin-foil robot and dressed ourselves in cheesy outfits with tin-foil trim and retro/future shades. It was very much the “plan 9 from outer space” aesthetic at our booth this time around.

Our concept was that we had brought the robot back from a future time where human beings no longer make comics, instead Robots do all the work and the handmade artwork is a thing of the past. We had no idea if this facetious and silly concept would work, or if we would just make idjits of ourselves, but we were gratified to see that many people actually got a kick out of the home-made and cheesy quality of our booth.

Rhode deserves ALL the credit for constructing the robot. Although we both hatched the concept on the drive home from the 2006 show (the show where we dressed up as sleazy salesmen) I was not able to participate in the construction of the robot. That was all done in Stockton by Rhode, while I was at my apartment in San Francisco, locked in a epic clash of wills with my stubborn printer, in an attempt to crank out prints to sell.

For all the reasons listed above, plus the escalation in costs of being an exhibitor (I have never even come close to making back my costs at Comic Con) Rhode and I are not sure whether we will continue to do the show in future… or perhaps we will opt for a smaller cheaper exhibition space next time.

 

This is one of my favourite photos that I have ever taken, though I realise that it is entirely for personal reasons, rather than for any photographic merits (after all, it was taken back in the days of manual focus). It is a picture of my Grandfather’s hands taken on a very happy day; a 51st birthday celebration for my own father, almost twenty years ago.

This was not a surprise party, but my arrival was unexpected, as I had been away from Australia for many years, and it is one of the very few times that I think my family actually pulled off a genuine SURPRISE. Security leaks spoiled any subsequent attempts (although those later celebrations were still fun). However, the operation went smoothly on this occasion, partly because I didn’t tell ANYONE that I was coming home to Australia from France, after 4 straight years abroad.

It was the middle of winter and just a few days later it snowed (I have some shots from that same trip of the Baker family home covered in white, which is unusual in my home town) but on THIS particular day it was just about the most beautiful weather, and so the celebrations took place outside, at tables set up in the garden behind the house that I grew up in.

I was sitting opposite my Grandfather on that day, and couldn’t take my eyes off of his hands, (unless it was to look up at his cheery old noggin) and, happily, I had the presence of mind to snap a photograph of them back then, because seeing those hands had a similar, mesmerising effect on me again, on the day that I re-discovered this photo of them. Almost 20 years after the picture was taken and 10 years since my Grandfather died.

There’s as much history, character and expressiveness in hands as faces, but we don’t often look at them. In fact, I think that hands tell a story that faces do not because, relatively early in our lives, we learn to mask the feelings on our faces, but our hands often show what is really going on inside of us (this is the animator in me talking, now).

These rough old hands, that spent a lifetime working with horses and in rural stables, and their dirty yet somehow delicate fingernails ever-so gently caressing a fancy drinking glass, say so much to me about the many aspects of the lovely man who was behind them.

 

Working at LAIKA Studios in Beautiful Portland has allowed me to meet some wonderful artists. None of whom I had met before, but some who’s work I was already familiar with.

VERA BROSGOL is incapable of doing an un-appealing drawing. Beautiful storyboard drawings simply SQUIRT from her fingertips (personally, I have to GRUNT mine out). Not only a bad-ass storyboarder, (one of the tiny story-team on CORALINE) Vera is also a comics artist extraordinaire (a founding member of FLIGHT). I saw a book she is working on now and it is just super; the writing, the drawing, the works. More about Vera on her site and not-very-often-updated blog.

GRAHAM ANNABLE‘s brilliant work was familiar to me long before I ever met him. He is one of the founders of the HICKEE comics anthology and his YOUTUBE animation has given me chuckles for ages now. Graham’s sense of animation timing is truly hilarious. He too is a super storyboard artist (another CORALINE alumnus) and this master of all things also finds time to keep a regularly updated Blog

CHRIS TURNHAM‘s lovely designs for CORALINE can be seen on his Blog. His beautiful artwork also graces the walls of one of the project development rooms at Laika (I sneak in there to check out his paintings for inspiration every so often). Chris is part of a book collaboration with his friend Kevin Dart, and more info about Chris’ very own art prints can be found at at his folio website.

 

Last weekend was beautifully sunny here in Portland, so I went on several long walks throughout the city. I tried doing some sketches of the scenery but none that came out very well. Several half-started scribbles is all. Perhaps they can be made into something decent if I revisit those particular spots again for a follow up session or two… My attempts to draw outside are thwarted by the weather here in Portland; either it starts to rain or it is too beautiful to want to sit still. Anyway, here is a pencil doodle of POWERGIRL that I did in the evening, with some slapdash Photoshop colour added afterward. I may tidy it up a bit later but this is all I have right now.

Apr 292009
 

Last weekend, I was back in the Bay Area for a preview screening of UP, the 10th feature film from Pixar. The studio always puts on a good show at their WRAP PARTIES and it is a delight to see co-workers aglow in the joy of watching what they have worked so hard to make, while partying in fancy finery; evening gowns and tuxedos, even top hats and tails.

The film is fantastic, and watching it was extra fun for me because a good amount of my work actually made it into the final film; not always the case when you work only at the very beginning of the process, which was the case for me here. I am philosophical about having most (if not all) of my work cut out of projects because, after all, that exploration and opportunity to revise is what storyboarding is all about. So it was a special treat to see a lot of my work in the film. I very much enjoyed the working on this project with a crew that was full of gracious people, all the way UP to the directors themselves. However, all those good vibes didn’t make it a cake walk; I worked harder on this film than any other!

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The most gratifying part of it all is to see the finished film. It came out wonderfully. This film has a blend of madcap silliness and yet emotional realism that is difficult to strike, but one of the things I most enjoyed about it. I have never seen a story like this before and I think it is one of the best that Pixar has ever done (though I clearly have my own bias on that score) but I can state with absolute conviction that it is certainly my favourite film that I have worked on thus far. I hope that you all like it too. It opens everywhere on May 29th.

 

Another brushpen doodle. Of Rocket Rabbit’s inventor/pal the PROFESSOR, this time.

Apr 192009
 

Here is the death-rattle of a dying brushpen, expressed in the form of a fuzzy sketch of the Palace Of Fine Arts here in San Francisco.

What beautiful weather we had here in San Francisco this past weekend. Saturday I went on a long walk across town, to be a part of a Birthday Celebration that evening in the Mission district. Sunday, I went to see the Cherry Blossom festival in Japantown, which is normally my favourite parade, due to the colour and spectacle and the fact that it is always held on a bright sunny day (by contrast, the Chinese New Year parade always falls on a drizzly day and the Carnivale parade is usually overcast). This year’s Cherry Blossom parade was fun, but a little lacklustre compared to those from previous years.

On my way home, I went to say a quick hello to my old pal BILL CONE, at the artist’s reception of his new gallery show Light, Water & Granite, being held at the Studio Gallery. I suggested to him that his brain is clearly wired differently than mine to be able to see, and represent, colour and light in the wonderful way that he does. I am unable to reproduce scenes in that way myself… He responded that the great thing about humans is that we are all wired differently… Which sounded profound at the time… but I later realised it was just a nicer way of saying “Either you got it or you don’t, kid!”

Hee hee

Bill’s magnificent Plein Air pastel studies of the Sierra, done over the past 4 years, will be on display until May 10th. Please go and see the master of light working his magic.