Archive for Dirty Pictures
Here’s the first fruits of your labor, those of you who graciously and generously have supported Hubris on Patreon.
When I was in college, I went to a local cartoonist (Mr. Scott Stantis) and asked for advice. He was generous with his time and attention, and I asked how to repay him. He said, “Pass it on.” And so when a young man who wants to become an animator came asking for advice, I told him what I could about how things work with ad agencies and the kind of people I know who hire animators. He’s created a couple of Hubris animations so far, and this is the latest. Could you help him out, too? Take a look at the animation. Comment about what you like and don’t like. Be kind, but explain what you’re seeing or not seeing. I reckon you’ll be seeing a lot more of Eddie’s work.
I really enjoy comic strips. You can guess, right? And when I was a kid, you could get these trade-paperback collections of the comics for, like, 50 cents. They were in newsstands everywhere. I usually would spend all the time my mother was shopping for groceries in the ‘magazine’ aisle, looking over all the comic strip collection books mixed in with the novels there. You could always count on Peanuts books, and Dennis the Menace. Most of the time, there were BC books, Wizard of Id, Family Circus, Miss Peach, Momma… that kind of thing. And the MAD collections. I’d beg mom to buy me one. Or two. Now, you’re thinking, “50 cents! Why not buy a box of them? Comic strip collection books are, like, twelve to twenty bucks these days!” What you’re forgetting is that fifty cents back in the early 1970s was more than you wanted to pay for much of anything. On the other hand, I wasn’t asking for a bunch of candy. Anyhow, the way I remember it, I got a new book more often than not. I hope mom wasn’t skipping her weekly purchase of, I dunno, eggs or aluminum foil to afford a novel-sized collection of Charlie Brown cartoons on paper so cheap and brittle you’re lucky it didn’t burst into flame from body heat.
Hang on. I had a point…
Oh, yeah, the point is that now I occasionally do stuff like this BC… painting. Painting? Yeah, I guess that’s what you’d call it. It’s watercolor and chalk and conte crayon on rawhide stretched in a huge cedar frame. Weighs a ton. Currently, it’s on display at IONS: a Geek Gallery.
Yeah, there’s an art gallery for comics/comic strip/sci-fi/fantasy/gamer enthusiasts. Here in Memphis. Come visit.
Cartoonists are such thugs. Here we are: me, Jeff Keane (Family Circus), and Scott Stantis (Chicago Tribune, Prickly City) wantonly vandalizing a coffee table in a private citizen’s home. (John Hambrock-The Brilliant Mind Of Edison Lee)
The only thing that kept us out of jail, I guess, was that we asked permission first.
It looked so pretty, I had to get a photo before I rammed a knife into it and made a total mess.
What you don’t see was my wife squashing a mixture of melted butter and spices all up under it’s skin and then toothpicking the hide down at 5:30 this morning. Not as easy as the recipe made it sound. Plus, your arm looks really, really, really nasty when you’re done squishing and smooshing butter goop under there. Really nasty. You don’t wanna know.
At first, I couldn’t think of what I’d like to put on the site for the Fourth Anniversary.
There’s no tradition to pull from, as I utterly forgot the anniversary every time before this.
So I settled, after scrolling through some photos I keep “For putting on the website someday”, on some shots of the tables I’ve displayed Hubris stuff (and other silliness)on since starting this experiment.
Here you go:
So there you go. The evolution of the Hubris Public Awareness Campaign Thus Far. I’ve already had a few requests from you guys to attend Cons in your area. I’d love to. Often, though, transportation is going to be the bugaboo. Salt Lake City is one I’d like to do, but driving all this stuff out there is looking iffy, and flying/shipping is pricey. Maybe I need to finish up the new Hubris books and do a Kickstarter just for Con Appearances. Shall I bring the unicycle, do you think?