Friday, August 25, 2017

Inktober 2016 4: Hill, Williams & Welby

The great poet and critic Geoffrey Hill died during the summer of 2016. I've read his poetry with a mixture of awe, admiration and mystification since I was a teenager. A boy who was cleverer than me told me that Hill was 'very fine', so I bought a copy of his select poems. I still find odd phrases from his work have a way of popping up my brain from time to time. And, then, of course I drew pictures of him on a dinosaur. Now that he is amongst the immortals, I decided to upgrade his triceratops to a T. Rex. the king (queen?) of monsters.

Then my sister asked me why I had drawn a picture of Rowan Williams riding a dinosaur, so I had to make a drawing of Rowan Williams riding a dinosaur:
And, having drawn a Former Archbishop of Canterbury On A Dinosaur, it only felt right to draw the Current Archbishop of Canterbury On A Dinosaur:

This is more than enough.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Inktober 2016 3 - American Literature Since 1900


Last year I was teaching a course on modern American Literature during Inktober. So I made a series of drawings based on the writers my students were studying.
Zora Neale Hurston          Wallace Stevens
Tennessee Williams              Allen Ginsberg
Elizabeth Bishop              Don Delillo

Toni Morrison                Lionel Shriver

William Gibson
( If you want to see some of the posters that my students made as part of their presentations on this course, you can look through the images on the instagram feed where I record aspects of my teaching.

Monday, August 21, 2017

Inktober 2016 2 - More animals

This second batch of images from last year's inktober is a direct consequence of asking my daughter for ideas for drawings. If you ask me for a flying rabbit, this is what you get:
 And this is a dog on the moon:
 I just can't remember what this was. Better not to ask...


Saturday, August 19, 2017

Inktober 2016 1 - Mice in Space

I've neglected this blog for a while, which means that there's a backlog of images from last year's inktober

This first batch consists of various animals dressed as astronauts. There are two reasons for this: firstly, my colleague Rob Maslen wrote a story about a mouse in space. Secondly, I asked my daughter for a list of suggestions of things to draw when I was stuck for ideas... 





This final image is, in fact, the first animal astronaut picture I drew as a response to Rob's story....





Friday, September 04, 2015

Carly Raptor Jepson & the Mozzasaurus: Jurassic Sexual Politics

This is my last regular post for the summer. I'm hoping to get back to blogging the results of my experiences in translating the short stories of the French writer, Villiers de l'Isle Adam here.

My obsession with dinosaurs has already featured on this blog. This may be the result of a traumatic experience watching Jurassic Park in 1993 and having to hide under a cardigan with my sister. A sucker for punishment, back in July I went to see Jurassic World with my friend and colleague, Rob Maslen. Rob is a Renaissance man - he started his academic career writing about Elizabethan Prose, but has switched his gaze to fantasy in recent years. Having run a highly popular undergraduate course in this subject he is now offering the first Masters degree in the UK on fantasy.

He is also excellent company at the cinema. The image below is a result of our post film chat about the sexual politics of Jurassic World as we worked out the parallels between Bryce Dallas Howard’s character (starts the movie pent-up in stiff white suit, has to be thawed by ultra male, Chris Pratt) and the velociraptors (an all female team, who start the movie pent-up in a cage, until released by ultra male Christ Pratt). Hence my concern about how the velociraptors would feel after such a wild first date:
In comparison, I don't think this picture of a Mozzasaurus needs much explanation


* I made this picture for publicity materials to go with the course and am hoping to collaborate with Rob in the near future:

Friday, August 28, 2015

My Dickensian upbringing

One odd thing about my sister's public career is the way that strangers feel able to speculate groundlessly about our family. Wikipedia seems to think that we grew up in a castle with a butler. It is true, however, that we did have a privileged upbringing. As white middle-class children we were privileged as white middle-class children are in our unequal society. An awareness of such inequalities and a desire to do something about them led to my sister's involvement in the Labour party. But we were also very privileged in one particular respect: we had liberal and imaginative parents who encouraged and supported us in what we did. And they still do. 

So, of course, I've drawn silly pictures of them for birthday cards and Christmas presents. These are insufficient reflections of the love and gratitude that both my sister and I feel towards two wonderful people. 

 Proof that our father is a Renaissance man...


Friday, August 21, 2015

Sound and furiosa, siblifyng ...?

It’s hard living in the shadow of a more famous and more talented sibling, but my sister seems to cope. I've written about pictures I've made for her before. From time to time, I still try to keep up her spirits by drawing a picture of her as Boba Fett (this seems to have boggled the Daily Mail)*

or Tank Girl: 
or Imperator Furiosa from the recent Mad Max film:

Apparently she’s been busy over the last few months. Something to do with a deputy?
*Thanks to the Daily Mail, by the way, for totally failing to ask permission to reproduce that image.

Friday, August 14, 2015

You don't need a weatherman...

There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;


I spotted these rowers whilst watching the brilliant ‘Matt Berry does .. The Boat Race’. 


So I took screen shots and used them for practice in producing caricatural faces.
A couple of years ago, I tried something similar with a page of photos showing headshot of people auditioning to be weather forecasters. Unfortunately my browser reports that the site with these photos now carries malware, but a google search for 'weather forecaster auditionees' brings up the basic images I was working from.


Friday, August 07, 2015

Procreat-ions

A short post this week, as I’ve been on holiday. As I grow older my attention span seems to diminish along with my patience for lengthy administrative meetings. One consequence is a tendency to doodle. This week’s images were put together over the past year ago during various meetings.* I used my iPad and an app called ‘Procreate’. It’s still, as far as I can tell, the fastest and most flexible drawing app that I’ve tried.** I’m afraid the images are not very achieved - I’m still experimenting with the technology.  And I have yet to find a way of taking advantage of the digital features (brushes, layers, textures etc.) that come with the app, rather than trying to reproduce what I would do with a pen or pencil. 



*These images also seem to provide evidence that some of my colleagues get as bored as I do.

**Even if I can't conceive of a worse name for an app ... apart from maybe 'Sexstick'.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Inktober Redux 2 - Jurassic Poets

As an undergraduate I once heard J.H. Prynne lecture on Wordsworth's 'Old Man Travelling' and for some reason, the experience has never left me. So naturally, when I was casting around for Inktober ideas, I decided to place the pursed-lipped Cambridge poet into a famous scene from Jurassic Park. 


Somehow this led to showing the then Oxford Professor of Poetry riding a triceratops over a nemesis (you can tell I never got past The Triumph of Time). 


Then it seemed obvious that Philip Larkin would only ride a diplodocus if Kingsley Amis came with him:


And this is Andrew Motion hiding from a Velociraptor, just because.* 


*If any editor wants to commission the 'Jurassic Poets' coffeetable book (or the colouring-in version for the younger dinophile fan of modern of poetry), do get in touch...

Friday, July 24, 2015

Inktober Redux: Blood on the Goose / Goose on the Tracks

It’s been well over a year since I last updated this blog: my job as a lecturer in English literature and my responsibilities as father to two young children barely leave me time to make drawings, let alone spend time blogging. However, I’m hoping to use the summer to bring this site up to date and put up - in a series of weekly posts - some of the images I’ve made since I last wrote.

A good place to start is with Inktober, since that was also the basis for the last post I managed on here. If you don't know what it is, Inktober is the creation of artist Jake Parker. The idea is that every day in October you make a picture using pen (or brush) and ink, rather than digital means, and then post it to twitter. During 2013, I only managed to participate in this a few times, but last October in 2014, I just about managed to complete one drawing in ink every day. This was exhausting and usually involved putting together something fairly derivative from reference material found via Google.  


Since I was tweeting these images, Twitter also served as a source of inspiration and I also cobbled together versions of photographs posted by individuals such as Richard Coles and Simon Day:
Young Richard Coles / Simon Day dressed up
And then, finally, a picture of Bob Dylan, Allen Ginsberg and a goose. 
The goose is there because of a long-standing joke with an old friend about the consequences of inserting the word ‘goose’ into Dylan lyrics (Subterrenean Homesick Goose, Goose of Spanish Leather etc.). Let’s just leave it there, shall we?

Wednesday, January 08, 2014

Fortunately, daddy tries to make things up

This is me being rescued by space mice.

A couple of months ago, I bought a copy of Neil Gaiman’s book Fortunately, the Milk on impulse. My children loved it, especially my five year old son. The premise for the book is that the narrator's father steps out to buy a pint of milk and then has to account to his children for the long time he is absent at this task. He spins them a tale of having been kidnapped by aliens and captured by pirates before being rescued by a time-travelling dinosaur called Professor Steg, who whisks him off on further adventures in his time-machine before dropping him back at the house. Fortunately, the milk survives all these adventures (and even aids in a couple of time-paradox scrapes) and the father produces it as material proof that he has been telling the truth.
I've borrowed Chris Riddell's picture of the Galactic Dinosaur Police from Philip Ardagh's review of the book for the Guardian: here. If it infringes copyright, or any interested parties want me to take it down, just let me know via @keatsandchapman

It’s a nice piece of whimsy with some Douglas Adams / Terry Pratchett riffs on the fantastic characters encountered by the narrator (a one-eyed God named Splod, inter-galactic dinosaur police etc.). All this is accompanied by some fine illustrations by Chris Riddell in the UK edition and Skottie Young in the American edition. 

I haven’t seen the American edition, so don’t know how Skottie Young’s artwork compares with Chris Riddell. I’m intrigued by this decision: it’s not unusual for employ different illustrators on different sides of the Atlantic, sometimes because the same book will be published by different publishers or outlets of the same firm. But in the UK edition of the book, at least, text and illustration overlap and there are, for example, separate portraits of characters from the story in the endpapers. So the different editions must be very different books, even if only in minor details.

As noted, my son loved the book, but this had consequences I hadn’t foreseen. Shortly after we finished reading the book as a bedtime story, I was walking him to school after dropping his sister at nursery and he started asking me in a very pointed way what I had been doing whilst I was away from him. At his prompting, I started making up a convoluted story of my own - like the narrator’s father in Fortunately the Milk it turned out that I had been waylaid by aliens (Cat Aliens) and rescued by Space Mice whilst the Cat Aliens fought it out with some Dogs from Outer Space. And I ended up doing the same for next few days, spinning out our walk to school with free-falling, circular stories, that all ended up the same way: Professor Steg would pick me up in her time-machine and get me back home in time for our walk to school.
This is one of the Cat Aliens who kidnapped me.

I learned two things from this experience: firstly, I love making up stories for my son, largely because of the obvious pleasure he derives from having stories told to him ; secondly, I lack invention - only two days in, I was ripping off H.G. Wells' The Time Traveller for plot lines and baddies.* My admiration for writers like Gaiman, who make up new stuff all the time grew with each day I struggled to come up with something. 
This is the arch-enemy of the Space Cats, a Dog from Outer Space
The pictures I've posted here were all I managed in my attempt to keep up with Jake Parker's 'Inktober' exercise. My day job doesn't leave as much time as I'd like for drawing, especially since October is the middle of term, sigh.

* Don't ask me why, Dr Freud, but I always seemed to end up in an underground cave ...

Thursday, December 05, 2013

From Sherlock to Sidlock

This is an old picture, put together over the summer and left to languish on my hard drive in the hope that I would find inspiration to do something more with it.


The origin of the image was a discussion with a smart Masters student about her dissertation project, in which she planned to look at various recent representations of Sherlock Holmes, from Guy Ritchie's films to the Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat adaptations for television. She was particularly interested in the role of the male gaze (as described by Laura Mulvey) in relation to the character of Irene Adler and her argument was partly inspired by a recent blog post on the topic.

I re-watched 'Scandal in Bohemia' (from the Gatiss/Moffat series) in preparation for our supervision: the episode was the source of controversy over whether Moffat's presentation of a modern Adler was sexist and my student took the line that the effects of the male gaze were sexist. I too find the sexual politics of the final moments of the episode disappointing, but feel that it is disappointing exactly because of the subtle and varied way the episode is about gazing, looking and reading. This runs from Adler's surveillance of Sherlock at the start of the episode, to the way in which Sherlock's powers of deduction are rendered as text superimposed upon our view of whatever object he is looking at. The ending is disappointing (Sherlock steps in to rescue a humbled and humiliated Adler from certain death) because it papers over previous qualms in the episode about whether Sherlock can actually read things accurately and whether his ability to read things is compromised by his lack of sexual articulacy (through his relationship with Adler) and his poor emotional skills (through his treatment of Molly).*

Right up to those last two minutes, it seemed to me a thoughtful episode, full of visual parallels and smart effects that examined men trying to exercise power through the way they look at things (if that's what the male gaze is) and the anxieties that perplex them as a result. Ho hum.

I left the picture languishing over the summer in the hope that I would think of something more witty to put in the text part of my drawing and because I was hoping that I would have time to improve on the 'Sidlock' image below - derived from Benedict Cumberbatch once pointing out his similarity to Sid from the Ice Age films.

This was an experiment with colouring a line drawing electronically with Sketch Book Pro. I need to work on how I capture the line drawing and then implement the colouring. Still, it shows what I had in mind...

*I should probably acknowledge that the havering over Sherlock's articulacy on sexual and emotional matters extends to his relationship with John Watson, but I gather the writers of fan fiction have it covered.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Sneezy Pandas

This is a dry run for some ideas about the use of visual irony in picture books for young children that I’m going to incorporate into a lecture for the course on Children’s Literature that I’ve started teaching this semester. My starting point is Chu’s Day, a picture book written by Neil Gaiman and illustrated by Adam Rex, that was published earlier this year. I bought a copy for my own children and demand was such that for a few days it became regular reading as a bedtime story in our house.


The book tells the story of a young panda, Chu. In the first half of the book he visits a library and then a diner with one of his parents. His parents fear that he is going to sneeze, but he doesn’t. In the second half of the book Chu goes to the circus with both parents who become so absorbed in the spectacle that they fail to notice that he is about to sneeze. When he does sneeze it brings the whole circus down. At the close of the book, Chu declares that was ‘a sneeze all right’, as he is put to bed.



(My son enjoying a panda sneeze.)

Like many picture books and stories for young children, Chu's Day depends upon various kinds of repetition: when Chu sneezes, for example, the devastating effects are shown upon the diner and the library that he had visited in the first half of the book. But the whole book hinges upon a repetition (the non-sneezes), followed by breaking that repetition (the devastating sneeze). Another well-known example of this effect in a children's book, would be The Gruffalo: after scaring each would-be predator, the mouse laughs ‘there’s no such thing as a Gruffalo’, but this becomes ‘There’s no such thing as the Gruffal-Oh!’ on the third repetition, with the appearance of the Gruffalo himself.

O help O no it's a Gruffalo! 

My children very much enjoyed the humour of this variation in a repetition, and the play upon expectations in the first half of the book. They loved the way that Chu fails to sneeze - a full page of Chu about to sneeze (‘aah … aaah … aaaah’) followed by Chu on a single page with a curt ‘no’. My daughter was especially taken with this - although she loved soundscape of the book as whole, and started anticipating expletives (‘oops’ and ‘yup’) after only one reading of the book. I have a theory that the break with expectations (‘aah … aaah … aaah … No!’) was a rehearsal for her of a kind of agency that children don’t often enjoy in their relationships with adults. Parents spend a lot of time setting limits, so the vicarious enjoyment of Chu’s ‘no’ becomes a chance to participate in a refusal of adult expectations without consequences. Well, it’s a theory.

Like all good children's books there's a lovely interaction between the material rhythms of language in the text and the detail of the illustrations. Adam Rex alternates between pages where background details are carefully excluded and lush full-page spreads (of the diner, the library and the circus). But the detail I’m most interested in is a small one: on nearly every page of the book, there is a snail. He (?snails are hermaphrodites, I think?) plays no roll in the narrative and appears most prominently on one of the final pages, where s/he is sitting on the Daddy Panda’s hat as Chu’s parents put him to bed, reproduced here.*

My children spotted the snail very quickly on that page, then took delight in pointing him/her out on the previous pages on subsequent readings. The snail belongs to a form of visual irony that I’ve started to associate with picture books for children. Over and over again, in reading picture books with my children, I’ve begun noting small visual details of this kind that push the images beyond the simple rendering in pictorial terms of a text. Sometimes these details are extraneous to the plot (think of the numerous onlooking animals in Axel Scheffler’s picture books); sometimes such details become the plot: in Shirley Hughes’ Alfie Lends a Hand, for example, the central character takes steps to resolve the central dilemma two pages before they are described in the text (this is going to be the starting point for my lecture). 

My theory is that the appeal of such details lies in the sense they give of narrative plenitude - they intimate a world in such picture books beyond the text and beyond the central narrative. But the pleasure may also lie in an associated form of agency (again): the child reading the book becomes active in creating a story that is not necessarily dictated by the text. But  - heaven knows whether or not I'm right - it's just a theory. I’m pretty innocent of critical writing about picture books at the moment (there’s still 3 weeks before I have to formalise this in a lecture). All I know for sure right know is that my children enjoy the books.

* Rather than violate anyone’s copyright, I’ve sketched a version of part of this scene. That's the snail in the top right, above the snazzy hat the Daddy panda wears. The book (which I clearly recommend) is readily available to purchase if you want to see it for yourself.

Epilogue and Update

Since drafting this, I've discovered a blog post by Neil Gaiman about the book's genesis: I've been reading his stuff since I was 16 and drew the picture below (in effect, an embarrassing piece of fan art) sometime last year in response to a comment somewhere about his ‘crazy hair’ (the subject of another picture book by Gaiman I’ve yet to read). If I get a chance, I’ll write up my son’s response to yet another of his books Fortunately the Milk - a different and involved story, with space cats.