Thursday, February 28, 2013

Exit bit

I just got back from the launch of  the Ngā Pakiwaihtuhi exhibition at the St Paul Street Gallery, central Auckland. The exhibition contains work by many of New Zealand's finest comic artists and is curated by Dylan Horrocks. 






 This was my view from the Mimosa cafe in Takapuna where I stopped for a coffee and a muffin on my way to the comics exhibition.

I didn't finish this sketch of the window cleaner. I wanted to show his reflection beside the bank's slogan, but a bird titched on my head.

The exhibition was very interesting - all the work was inspiring - it made my brain fizz. When my senses felt overwhelmed I went outside to sit on a bench where I could look at the mingling through glass as if viewing a diorama.

I was distracted from my sketching by a conversation between the people further along the bench.

 
 I tried to capture the ambiance.

 In between ear-wigging I was noticing things. I noticed this guy looked like he wished someone would talk to him before staring at the same panel on Mat Tait's work for some time.

 It got cool. When the people got up to leave I noticed a skip at the end of the bench.

 Then a man in a suit that appeared to have been pencilled on him sat next to me, said something. I smiled. He smiled. My husband arrived with our kids and I left.


All images copyright © 2013 Rachel J Fenton (Rae Joyce)









Friday, February 22, 2013

Pants, some seeds


Missing text reads: "It was a shared joke" and "building a sculpture in the sand".



Here are the roughs for some work in progress. I've also started a  new larger graphic project.

 All images copyright © 2013 Rachel J Fenton (Rae Joyce) Yes, she's wearing pants on her head. They are clean.

I'm not giving myself a deadline for this. Right now, I'm working on editing and polishing my novel as well as putting together a second collection of short fiction. I'm also getting ready to submit some more poems I've been nursing for a while. Lots on the go, but that's how I like it; little seeds waiting to grow.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Salgood



I'm really flattered to read Salgood Sam's thoughts on my review of his graphic fiction collection Revolver One. It's really rewarding to know how my interpretation of the work aligns with the author's vision.


Friday, February 8, 2013

Marvel us



Revolver One full preview
Image copyright © 2013 Salgood Sam/Max Douglas.


I posted this review on Goodreads already but I thought I'd re-post here with a few links to the author's work.

RevolverOne is a collection of ten short graphic fictions and poems written by Max Douglas, A.J.Duric, and John O'Brien, and drawn by Douglas, AKA Salgood Sam.

The fictions unfold surreally. “Each day he awakes to another dream-like day,” reveals the narrator of “Pin City”. But these are not dreams of optimism; there is little joy to be found either in the text or the art work. What these stories do offer, however, is a looking glass to contemporary North American society where predominantly men above a certain age are caught up in a kind of hinterland between what they imagine life should offer and what the reality of their existence is.

Like much post-modern fiction, the stories in Revolver One call attention to their very artifice: reflections within reflections ask the reader to make comment on what it means to observe. Douglas conveys this apathy so well the text is all but superfluous and, at times, it becomes an impediment to the visual narrative. 

Though muted and limited in palette, the art demonstrates a level of skill many comic artists can only aspire to. Perspectives are juxtaposed Escher-like adding to the alter-reality quality of each individual story as well as the collection generally. Revolver One feels like a cohesive whole. 

“The Rise and Fall of It All” employs Douglas’ perspective wizardry at its very core to tell the story of a man who loses his job. Having worked in a glass cube at the top of a sky scraper overlooking the city, the protagonist finds himself down on the street, overlooked by the reader, a shift that far from allowing the reader any sense of superiority instead acts as a warning against the kind of apathy explored in “Pin City”. The themes of this collection echo and reverberate in every panel.

One feature of the layout that really surprised and delighted me, as a reader and aspiring comic artist, is Douglas’ use of tangents to create intense dialogue between the external landscape of the city and the inner or psychological landscape of the protagonist. 

What Revolver One demonstrates is that there’s more than one way of looking at something. We can observe society from a distance, objectively, but unless we put ourselves in the position of the protagonist in any of these fictions, we may end up trapped in not so much a dream world as a reality behind glass, unable to escape.