The Secret Life of The Pencil was published last week- a hardbound book of super-close-up photos of PENCILS! Not any old pencils though, these belong to artists, photographers, architects, designers, writers, why there's even a cartoonist or two. (Yes, I am in it, on the same spread as Peter Blake!) Most of those included you will have heard of; Gerald Scarfe, Paul Smith, William Boyd, Anish Kapoor, David Bailey, Tracey Emin and so on. And there are brief interviews and doodles and stuff. Who would have thought huge blow-ups of pencil tips could be a) so intriguing and b) all look so different!
These photos were in an exhibition in London a couple of years ago, and seeing my little pencil at the GIGANTIC size of 3 foot by 2 foot in the foyer was quite something!
Friday, 3 November 2017
Tuesday, 10 October 2017
A few months after that, I drew him again in a Dennis the Menace story in The Beano.
In December 2012 I drew him again in the final print edition of The Dandy.
And now, he's back, in The Beano for one week only!
But never again!
Posted by NP at 09:02
Wednesday, 13 September 2017
Caroline did a good job and not only that but in June 2009 she organized my 50th birthday do at which I introduced some friends to my Long Lost brother. So it was an interesting time.
Posted by NP at 22:22
Tuesday, 11 July 2017
Between autumn 1980 and spring 1982 I had managed to finally get a few jobs drawing comics. But I was losing more jobs than I was gaining. With a friend (I thought she was a friend but turned out she wasn't) I had begun to look for other illustration jobs. We eventually got some work with a TV station, and one or two other bits of commissions. I had nearly given up on being a comics cartoonist, I was starting to feel left behind. But we set out on a hot day in July 1982 to a final big push around publishers in London. We had our portfolio cases with us and struck out with the Writers and Artists Yearbook to visit all the publishers who would see us.
Well I won't bore you with the sad tale of our reception at these places. We ended up at 2 O'clock in the afternoon in a tatty, deserted pub in Chalk Farm downing two pints of lager. It was a very dispiriting afternoon. We were just wondering whether we ought to try some more publishers or get the train home when the door burst open, and what I vividly recall as a whirlwind of colour and cheerful shouting charged in. On closer inspection, it was five young women with instrument cases, gloriously mad hair and bright outfits.
Posted by NP at 22:13