Well, this just takes the cake. I haven't been this long without a computer since I got my first Amiga during the first Gulf War (anybody remember 'scuds'?). I was going to fill this lull with an essay I've been yearning to write, but it's so overwhelming typing the words letter by letter, hunt and peck style, as I need to on this iPad.
When I do finally get my beloved Mac back, I'll be scurrying to get back to the deadlines that I've somehow put in stasis, thanks to the gracious good will of my clients.
I miss having y'all popping in! I truly will try to make up for my absence.
Even though my machine went awry, and is so long in returning to me, I'm still loyal to Apple products, and always will be.
This is an image I have floating on my iPad and so can post it so as to give you SOMEthing to look at. This kind of early graphics cheers me up, just looking at it. It sort of seems to have been an influence on people like Bobby London. Maybe not.
Anyway, please keep coming back. Sooner or later I'll be back to business as usual.
Ouch. Three to five days until I get the magic machine back from the witch doc. It's the hard drive that was going into failure and will need to be replaced. When he asked if I was under warrantee, I said 'no', feeling like I'd bought the thing ever so long ago. But when he looked it up, I still had 25 days to go on the extended warrantee that I bought when I bought my workhorse machine. So it gets replaced free, but deadlines are blown. It's kinda like when ya get the flu. You do what you gotta do to get well and deadlines just-have-to-wait. Now's my chance to clean up the studio and organize it. I've got tons and tons of cool images for you, but they're all sitting in this cute little black box known as an external hard drive—waiting to be plugged back in and shot into the cyber-ether. I hope to be able to post up an essay sort of thing in the next day or two, minus pix, cuz some of you appreciate words as well as images. And if it's only the images that keep you coming back . . . well, gee . . . okay, come back in a few days.
Ay yi yi, my computing machine is loco. I'll take it to the witch doctor's hut tomorrow and hope for the best. I may have to bury something nasty at the foot of my bed, or whatever it takes. Hey Jeffy, I don't know yet how ya did in the 24 hour comic book thingie. I'll look in on it on my iPad, but I don't think it's gonna let me leave a comment. The rest of you guys, and by that I mean gals too, I luv ya, stay like u always r, and as the ex CA guv sez, aisle bee Bach.
Well, it's gone and happened—my lovely main computer has malfunctioned, crashing several times today and is down for the count. I'm told that it's probably correctable, but will probably be out of commission for a couple of days. I'm posting now with my nifty iPad, and fortunately my most important files are backed up, but I won't be able to post images until the witch doctor shakes a rattle at it. Ooh ee, ooh ah ah, ting tang, walla walla bing bang . . . Until then, please stand by.
It didn't use to be cool for a person to admit to liking comic books. For a while in the '40s, it wasn't such a bad thing, as soldiers, sailors and fly-boys read them for quick and cheap entertainment. But in the '50s, it was pretty shameful for an adult to be caught reading comic books (the exception being Walt Kelly's Pogo—that was a hip trip). In the '60s it was cool to read Zap and Fat Freddy's Cat and anything by Crumb or Jaxon. Then the '80s started the trend toward adults frequenting comic shops and finally the industry pretty much relies on adult obsession with pulp adventures. Mea Pulpa.
I'm an old guy, and I've always loved the funnies in whatever format they came, some of them not so funny. Although, I haven't always wanted anyone to know that. They're certainly not my only interest, as I love the whole spectrum of printed matter and I'm a social type person as well. But here's a confession that some of you might understand: when I'm feeling blue and overwhelmed and frustrated with life, I retreat to a cozy spot and pull out the OLD comics to revel in their primary colors, bold drawing styles, and esPECIALLY to bury my nose in the pages and smell that old musty pulp smell that the comics used to have even when they were new and in 'mint' condition. I close my eyes, take a deep whiff and all my troubles melt away.
I LUV COMIC BOOKS (the old ones).
A.C. Holly — Inspector Roc — from Famous Crimes Comics — 1948
In these days when comic book stories drag on for issue after issue after issue, it's enlightening to know that in the old days a mystery could be told in ONE page, and even have you share in trapping the killer.
I used to think that sleep was an awful waste of 8 hours that I could be doing something useful. I've discovered lately that sleep is a wonderful little invention, as I give into it fully and soundly. I have great dreams as I walk foreign times and places. Perhaps we've run into each other on some other nocturnal plane, you and I. Perhaps not.
Charles Chaplin (not the silent film guy) seemed to be mildly obsessed with naked women sleeping the soft sleep (alright, maybe the silent film guy too).
I love comparing original illustrative art to the printed page—to see how well it reproduces, to see how color adds to the impact of line drawing, and also to see any changes along the way. Such is the case here where the title logo-type jumped from an older blocky style into a more modern (for the time) organic style. Unfortunately the artist's name, Al Gabrielle, didn't make the jump with it.
One of the greatest double page spread splash panels of all time, by one of the greatest comics partnerships of all time, Simon and Kirby:
Joe Simon & Jack Kirby — Stuntman — 1946
It's amazing how the 'new and improved', 'stream-lined' blogger interface won't allow me to post an image 'big' size, like I've been doing for 4 years now, without cutting off an edge in the main viewer. If you click on the image though, you'll see it larger, without any cutting off shenanigans. When somebody goes to improve something, they usually don't.—me
I'd like to apologize for several things. First, for being away from blogging on not just this site for the last several days, but also away from my other blogs for really long periods. I'm always belly-aching about back-to-back deadlines, but this last one really hit me hard and wiped me out. I finished it off at 4am on Monday morning after a final 48 hour frenzy to turn out illustrations and cartoons that I should have had a couple of weeks to do, getting it all sent in one hour before the drop-dead deadline. And I've got 2 more killer deadlines these next two weeks. This last one came on me so viciously that I had to just turn my back on everything else. That's no way to live. I've got to make changes in serious ways.
My other apology is to all my cyber friends that have been expecting things from me that I still haven't done—responses, promises, thanks and various other want-to do's. (I know that apostrophe doesn't really belong with that last phrase, but you might wonder what I mean by "dos"). Some of you have sent wonderful things that I'd like to blog about, or provide links to, or respond to. Some of you, I've lost communication with entirely, and I feel really awful about that.
I'm going to make a comeback, I know I will. I just have a few demons to do battle with until then.
I am posting these images with a non-profit and educational 'fair use' motive, regarding respective copyrights. Anyone downloading and using these images for any commercial use would be in violation of respective copyrights, and does not have my approval for such use.
My name is Thom Buchanan.
I'm an artist and photographer.
People are my favorite subjects to portray in art and photos. My wife (and studio partner) has called that my 'people skills', as I've been passionately creating portrait studies for many years.
I refer to myself as a pictorialist, a combination of image-making and journalist. Images are my life.