All Kinds of Things

Some ink experiments from last year.
Top one has been attacked with a stanley knife and then rewashed.
Bottom one was drawn with sticks.



I'm busy today and had trouble drawing the nude girls that I was hoping to post.
Instead you get an art combined with violence theme, which is nearly as nice as naked girls, but not quite.
Also - I think my British passport may have arrived - I have to go pick something up from the post office this afternoon...

Yes - it was indeed my British passport.
What a peculiar feeling.

Done for redhead thread on Drawingboard.org

Happy Anniversary - PLUS MORE!

Pussy, muff, slit, gutted Ewok.
There are all kinds of things you can called the humble vagina.
In Australia you can also call it "The Map of Tassie".
It was 9 years ago to the day I moved to this fucking place (pun intended).
Happy Anniversary.
This will be my last year.

Recurring images.
Smoking factories.
Silhoutted monsters.
Girls with short hair.
Enraged people.
Me.


I post this image for talented up and coming designer Rebecca Angelou who doesn't think I know much about women.
Like everyone else, I know women spend all their time at slumber parties, chin deep in each others labias.

Obsession

I had a thought last night as I was scribbling these images down.
I had watched Martin Scorsese's film The Aviator again a few weeks back.
For those who do not know of it is a biographical movie about well known obsessive compulsive Howard Hughes.
In this film, Howard would get stuck on a word, a phrase and his mind would force him to repeat it over and over until it sounded "right".
It never would.
And it occured to me that those of us who make images might have some of this obsessive compulsion in us also - but fortunately with mechanisms built in to cope.
Why do we draw?
What makes us do it?
I am sure that many of you relate to times when you have drawn the same image 350 times until it is right (the mechanism clicks in there instead of us spending our lives locked in rooms and widdling in milk bottles).
I have posted my big scribble pictures before - I find it to be an entirely pleasing experience to spend days scritching away at these things.
Obessively adding new layers of ink.
I know when the are done - but until that point I can't put it down.
And how about those of you who obsess at 24 frames a second - surely the ultimate obessive compultion.
My giant scribbles remain inert forever, but your image last for only a moment.
But they all have to be right or it doesn't work.
And this blogging business.
I hate not posting at least once a day.
What happens if I dont?
Nothing! But I feel compelled to do it.
And because I don't always have anything to say, I fall back on the same themes and images.
Is this part of it too?
That'll do for now - I need to go wash my hand. Again. Again. Again. Again....

Last Night

I don't like going out in this town much.
Anyone who has seen the film Sideways should be able to work out the dynamics between me and my friend Alex.
I accidently drew smokers but you can't smoke in Tasmanian pubs anymore.

The Pleasure of a Nib

Line Up

Villians, thieves, vagabonds, thugs, cut-throats, purse snatchers, ruffians, troublemakers.

Ancient Art

This is an old one (10 years or so).
I won a prize for it but I don't recall what.

Food for Thought and More Poetry

This picture is inspired by the handiwork of someone much more talented than I (and better looking too no doubt).

Here are some poems that are the result of a game I was playing with a pal of mine via chat.
She'd supply 3 words and I'd write something using them.
Here is a sampling.

lamps, beetle, iguana

I had a lamp beside my bed, up the top right near my head...or perhaps I'll speak of beetles instead. Or I could, if you wanna, talk about my pet iguana

frisbee, chowder, weasle

I'm addicted to my frisbee. I grind it into powder. I snort it up my nose and sprinkle it on chowder. To my weasle I once gave a dose, it also sniffed it up it's nose.

cicada, granite, foam

The cicada is a nasty bug, it chirrups all night long. I want to crush it with my fist or bash it with my thong. I'd like to see one panic and I pummelled it with granite. Listen to it wail and moan as I turned it's form to ooze and foam.

kettle, walnut, billygoat

I threw my kettle at the old billy goat and he turned around and bit my scrote. To late was I, I sadly found, both my walnuts on the ground.

Tourist Poem

Take me not to palaces, or bridges or to towers.
Please don’t take me anywhere I have to queue for hours.
I do not care for Queens, or for Kings or Presidents,
I do not care for Popes or Duchesses of Kent.
I am quite keen on galleries, with art upon the walls,
And ancient ruins please me, and lakes and waterfalls.
If nature had a hand in it, then you can count me in,
But if you pay a price to stand in line, my patience will wear thin.
Take me somewhere wonderful, with food and drink and a view.
Take me somewhere colourful where I can discuss the world with you.
Leave out all the tourists traps and foreigners with glee.
A hundred million foreigners messing up the place.
Like me.

Based on a coversation with an international friend.

Happy Birthday to the Blog

I chose a new template for the blog yesterday and spent several hours fucking about getting it neat and tidy.
In the middle of all this I realised that the Sandwichbag was 1 year old on the 6th of this month!
I will take the time to thank individuals later in the year when I head off, but I'd like to say a big thank you to everyone who took the time to leave comments, and to the small collection of truly excellent fellows who have taken the time to email and correspond.
Here's a big huzzah for art, film, food, music and friends I've never met.

Ok

I had a minute to slop something together.

More more more

I'm busy and irritable so you are all stuck with more rubbish from me.
I think I may have posted it before....

I've just had a look at this for the first time in a long time and I'm actually pretty pleased with it. It's full of references to my friends - the labels on the booze are named after several people I know, and the fellow with the ponytail and the droplet of sick is a good pal of mine (and a known repeat vomitor).

Technical folks may be interested to know that the animation was done mostly using Photoshop trickery (this was before I had After Effects).

Still Drunk

For some reason I've had to repost this...

More Drunkeness

I've been busy in the edit suite over the last few days.
Hours and hours in After Effects is a bit of a brain drain, so instead of new shiny drawings you are stuck with repeat doses of my shitty animation.

Commercials on Demand

Out here in the wilderness we make a lot of commercials.
Often times I only have a few hours notice to get something to air.
Agfest is a very large agricultural show here in Tassie.
I threw this together in about an hour.
It's not well animated but it's cute.
It's the one sheep animated in After Effects and repeated at different speeds and sizes.
The gunshot effect was a joke my editor added and did't actually go to air even though it's really funny.

Popular Opinion

This is my entry for last months Eurovision Art Contest.
The topic was - The 4th Dimension.

Gag By Spotswood, Artwork by Cowan

In Australia on a Friday, when it's getting to the end of the day, someone will usually say "Well it's nearly beer o'clock" which is a signal for someone to run to the bottle shop and grab some beers.
Beer o'clock is anywhere between 4:30 and 5:30.
It's past beer o'clock now and I am looking forward to continuing the session at the pub.
Have a good weekend, may see some of you.

Incident On High Street

You can probably work this one out.

Update.
Speaking of girls bottoms, here is a girl whose bottom I'd be keen to see.
This is Clare Bowditch, one of my favourite Australian singers.
Is she not simply delightful?
She's also a fine lyricist to boot, and a great singer.
And she's married to some lucky bastard!

More Sea Sickness

Parasites

This may not be finished....


I had an irritating afternoon and would like to pass my headache on to all of you.