Now into my third week of study for “Illustrating the Graphic Novel 1“, I gather my thoughts regarding the merits of taking an online class over self teaching with books.
I find myself thinking graphically in terms of dramatic protagonists fighting antagonists.
Would the Marvel version of “Class” be a perfectly proportioned Adonis with a cloak and mortar board or beautiful Athena waving her Torch of Wisdom across the face of some musty old skull faced monk “Book” clutching his precious sacred books?
Yes I know I should draw it… but I’ve got homework to concentrate on!
Whilst books cannot be equalled for their archive of information, learning a craft, (for a graphic novel is a very complex craft) involves doing and there’s nothing like a deadline to spur you into action. In the two weeks since the course began, I have produced around twelve pages of work! Of course, this is a matter of individual preference but personally speaking I know that, when I am entering new territory, I want to have have a trusty guide who knows the terrain and will get me to my destination in the optimum time. So far our teacher, Andy Fish, has been shepherding us Emerson College students with expert advice and tireless feedback.
My four books on perspective made no clear sense, whilst Andy’s perspective exercise gave us clear instructions for a picture that we might feasibly create in a comic book scenario.
I have raised my head from the drawing board long enough to note that world events this week include the passing of Whitney Houston… a true diva. Her tragic legend now joins those of Maria Callas and Judy Garland, women whose extraordinary talent was in conflict with their need to experience a normal, loving family life. That’s a whole subject for a book some other time.
I also watched the Baftas the other night. Nothing hugely surprising about the award winners. I pity any actress who is nominated when Meryl Streep is in the running, then dark horse ‘The Artist‘ garnered most of the awards.
I loved ‘The Artist’ but there were films of outstanding merit all vying for prizes. It just seems unfair that there can only be one winner. In the world of films, it’s interesting to see that the long careers are not necessarily those of Oscar winners. I doubt if George Clooney‘s failure to garner a Bafta is going to hurt his box office bankability. Best Actor went to The Artist’s Jean Dujardin for his beautiful silent movie performance. It’s hard to predict what his next move in pictures will be but at least he will have this trophy to mark his unique achievement. And John Hurt‘s lifetime achievement award got a well earned standing ovation.
Glittering prizes are all well and good but as the nuns at my old school used to say: ‘Everything you do should be done with love’ or as my mum usually says: ‘If a job’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well’.
Here endeth the lesson for this week. For all of us without a Bafta or an Oscar, it’s still not a bad life eh?