Well, I’m back! That was a good introductory trip for business, and it was also a pretty good trip for inspiration! The city I was based in is a real engineering design and manfacturing powerhouse, with multiple sites composed of many, MANY buildings. It was somewhat impressively intimidating, towers of industry imposing order on the landscape. It was also quite eerie, the faceless fascias of the offices and factories numbered and lettered in logical order calling to mind notions of some hidden laboratory complex, humming with secrets behind every wall.
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Today’s post is a short musing about British comedy character/comedian Angelos Epithemiou, so those of you from outside these shores may take an early lunch, though you will receive extra credit if you watch the Shooting Stars quizcom and observe Angelos Epithemiou in action.
When I first saw Angelos in action, I wasn’t quite sure what to make of him; I think, like many, I didn’t realise straight away that it was a character, and found him quite unsettling. However, as I grew to understand the character, I really began to appreciate the surreal comedy he offers.
It’s that time of year again! My tickets home are ordered, I’ve spotted the Coca Cola advert on TV, and I hear it’s snowing back up north (here in sunny Manch, the weather remains cold and grey as always).
It’s easy to get all hipster about Christmas and to focus exclusively on the negativity of the event. Commercialisation, consumption, corporations cynically using a religious festival for their own money-grubbing ends.
But y’know what? Screw it! I love Christmas, and I always have done! I’m not religious myself, but I love Christmas carols because that’s what we used to sing at the Academy, where everyone came together to sing the old classics for the Chrismas concert. I love the cold weather, the crunch of snow underfoot (or, if not that, the crisp snap of frozen grass beneath my feet on a chilly winter morning). I love getting together with my family, and catching up with them; these days much more important for me as I live a few hours’ train journey away. Working for a German company, I’ve grown to love the German Christmas Markets; I was fortunate enough to go to a genuine Weinachtenmarkt in Nurenburg once and, though again it was somewhat commercialised, it helped recapture some of the magic of Christmas I remembered from my childhood. Even the Christmas Markets here in Manchester are lovely and packed with continental food, produce and booze. It’s a warm, festive feeling, and it is quite awesome.
This page was actually quite difficult to do: Not so much because of the content, but because I had to scrutinize every single detail of the art to make sure I was giving the moment the right amount of gravity. One off-model character, one goofy expression, one inappropriate sound effect, and the scene transforms from a traumatic explosion of aggression to a narm-tastic trivialisation of a threat faced by far too many.
It was particularly difficult to get the characters’ expressions right. the most-straightforward was probably Shanna in panel 6, mostly because her face is mostly covered by her hand and her eye just needed to be wide-open in shock. Fliss’ expression in panel 5 was by and far the most difficult one I’ve ever had to compose. The face is a hugely versatile and complex social tool, and even the subtlest modification in the positioning of any of those features can completely change the emotion that we’re representing. In this panel, I wanted to show not just shock, but also physical pain, sadness, fear and betrayal. I can’t tell you how many revisions I made to the pencils on that panel, because nothing I was drawing seemed to do the trick. Eventually, I had to give up and move on to complete the rest of the page before coming back to it and experimenting more until I finally found the combination I felt conveyed how Fliss felt following this unprovoked assault.
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