Dad

Robert John Baker, my father.

Highland Scout

 Posted by on July 25, 2017  AutoBio, Family, Lefties, Travel  Tagged with: , , , , ,
Jul 252017
 
Highland Scout

“Sell ticker rainĀ jurrs, wee chwonn?!” Said he. “Huh? Oi dahnd unnerstehnn wotcha saiyin!” Said I. It was my first day at primary school in Glasgow and a mutually unintelligible clash of regional English accents was under way; Glasgow Scots vs Rural Aussie. Like me, the other kid was a knock kneed 9 year old Celt, but wearing a belligerent expression [READ MORE…]

Nov 052015
 
the inbetweener

I first started working at the Hanna-Barbera animation studio in Sydney when I was 17 years old, joyfully working on some of the crappiest cartoons ever made. I remember that time as one of great personal triumph, but also profound and enduring heartbreak. I’d wanted to work in animation since I was 8 years old but thought such a career [READ MORE…]

Aug 092014
 
Mexican Hotel Holiday

My Brother Jo and his family recently invited Julia and I to join them, and my Dad and his wife Wendy, for a holiday in Mexico. We’ve had a rocky time of things the past few years, and this was a wonderful opportunity to relax. Despite feeling ill the entire time, I did some sketching, and broke in a beautiful [READ MORE…]

Mar 172014
 
On Drawing

I have recently been wrestling with re-learning how to draw. The loss of my former ability has led me to reflect on what drawing has meant to me in my 30 year career as a cartoonist, and how and why I came to be so interested in drawing in the first place. Back when I was very little, when my [READ MORE…]

Jan 072014
 
A Boxing Day Far, Far, Away..

It’s difficult to preserve memory when your older-self’s revised view constantly overwrites the original impression. How do you file a loving memory of someone you no-longer like? Or childhood memories of wonder, but of things now uncool? Do you owe it to your earlier-self to keep that first impression alive? One such moment, is a memory of awe and fascination [READ MORE…]

Oct 012013
 
Tomorrow, You Only Have Memories Forever, Again. Twice.

As a child, going to the cinema was special. Seeing even a crummy movie back then was somehow way more fun than seeing an absolutely amazing movie is for me today. Of course, my childhood was in the pre-video era, when perhaps the anticipation of a movie and the fond memories of it afterward were greater than they are now, [READ MORE…]

BUSY

 Posted by on September 8, 2009  Drawings, Family, Illustration  Tagged with: ,
Sep 082009
 
BUSY

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 [READ MORE…]

Mystery Memories

 Posted by on February 8, 2008  Family, Thoughts  Tagged with:
Feb 082008
 
Mystery Memories

On my trip back home to Australia I had many chances to reminisce with old friends and family members about childhood memories. Disturbingly, I discovered on more than one occasion that my memories were inaccurate. One happy childhood memory concerns my favourite children’s book, THE MAGIC PUDDING. I remember being very young and my Dad reading to me from this [READ MORE…]

A Wedding

 Posted by on December 15, 2007  Drawings, Family, Illustration  Tagged with: , ,
Dec 152007
 
A Wedding

This is an illustration from my Dad’s Elephant book, for a limerick about a dual Elephant Wedding held at a Thai Elephant preserve. My Father got married today in my home town, and I was his Best Man. For a laugh, I gave my speech entirely in Limerick. When HE finds the time to illustrate MY limericks, we’ll have our [READ MORE…]