Retreat! (01)
Last Updated (Friday, 15 July 2011 16:34) Written by Administrator Thursday, 14 July 2011 00:00
Part 8 is here at last
Two job offers in the last 2 days (whoo-hoo!) and It's pretty much non-stop action from here on readers!
Art Notes
There's no doubt that I'd decided I was going to be a comic artist at this point. I would have been thinking (a little) about art college and wondering: "why on earth do I even need to go to school with the rest of the non-artistic kids. I mean - what good is Maths or Physics or any of the rest of that unintelligible gibberish going to do me?"
As it turned out - I did need 2 honours and 4 passes - in my final exams - even to get into art college. As a teenager who spent his days in a dream world of comics and heavy metal music (and girls), never seeming to seriously think about that college and career stuff, this would have come as a surprise. "You mean they won't just automatically let me in - after recognising my genius?"
Art College
When I did go for my art college interviews - having got an A in art despite the school not having an art class - I must have seemed quite annoying as I spoke to them about comics or animation as preferred careers; and they leafed through a portfolio which featured - amongst good observational studies - the occasional dreadful AC/DC drawing copied from a photo, or some Jim FitzPatrick rip-off Celtic crap.
Picture if you will: a Conan the Barbarian type; against celtic filigree patterns; wielding an unfeasibly HUGE battle-axe in one vein-bursting hand, and a weird heavy metal electric guitar in the other. All splattered in blood. There was probably a Boris Vallejo-style babe cringing on the ground behind him. How did I even get in to art college?
Filigree. That word still makes me cringe today. Something about it...
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Comments
You drew this one yesterday didn't you?
Chewie has some serious butt hair he needs to trim, but who's gonna tell him?
But er... how DID he keep his er... bum clean?
Just kidding. Love it - bring on the 'splosions and shit.
Time to write a memoir methinks.
"It's was the time of the Crimean War - what a jolly old business that was, by Jove! I'd been put in a charge of the battalion due to my mental insanity - inbreeding don't you know? But I digress..."
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