Not exactly a pithy title for the latest blog but one that sums up beautifully the little story of my week thus far. The phrase, by the way, is an old Buddhist saying and has lately been commandeered by every self help and motivational guru going… because it’s true!
I have been treading the lonely path of the ways of graphic novelising for some time. I’ve become a bore at parties enthusing about the wonders of Marvel comic anatomy and pressing people to look at my work. And, having made the bold declaration that this year I am going to create my own graphic novel, I suddenly get a huge reality check, where I acknowledge the short falls in my technique and software savvy.
In my last blog I referred to ‘Fish Wrap‘, graphic novelist Andy Fish‘s website for aspiring cartoon illustrators. Well guess what… Mr Fish himself left an encouraging comment on my blog… I responded. Turns out he has an illustration class commencing last week and shazam! I have gone back to college… in America (online obviously) and am studying “Illustration for the Graphic Novel” with a master of the medium. I feel so lucky and very excited. Homework was never as much fun as this. Anyway, early days yet. I’ve got my second class tomorrow night on the all important craft of thumbnailing. I’ll report back soon.
In my other life, my showbiz life this time I had the immense pleasure of doing a reading of Gary Wilmot‘s new Christmas show (songs and book by the very talented Gary). We convened at mutual chum Andrew C Wadsworth‘s house… Andrew and I worked together in ‘Marguerite‘ and ‘All I Want For Christmas‘ and another friend Duncan Smith also joined us. It was just great to be amongst friends. I haven’t seen Gary for quite a while, busy as he always is touring the length and breadth of our country. He was present when I got my first big break in television in a show called ‘Copycats’. I’d just landed the audition, walked into the corridor and there was Gary with his signature smile ‘Alright mate?’ or words to that effect, as I was introduced to this bloke I’d been watching on the telly only a week before.
That was oh so very long ago. And we come round full circle to my daughter treading the boards for the first time last week in a theatre school production of ‘Bugsy Malone‘. She raised some great laughs with her rendition of hoodlum Fat Sam. My work is done!
Right, got to get back to my doodling homework. Yes… but this is doodling on a whole new level.
See you here again!