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explaining the nine ages of a cartoonist

The 9 Ages of a CartoonistThis week's Strip comes with a bit of an explaination.

At Caption 2004 I ran a gestalt autobiography workshop (teams of three writing an autobiographical strip about all three of them) which worked quite well, in the end. Afterwards I took the artwork to make up into a mini-comic to send off to the participants. The comic contains the four strips, an outline of the workshop, suggestions for improvements, and two of the inexplicable diagrams I use to try and explain storytelling principles to people (sorry about that). The cover of such comics is generally a either a group effort or drawn by the workshop leader -- and they all had far too much to do for a group effort (in fact, several people had to leave early, I may ask to start earlier next time) so I drew this for it. Quite quickly.

The framework of the story was "the nine ages of a cartoonist", a loose collision of Shakespeare's 7 Ages of Man speech and the classic 9-panel grid. I came up with the nine life-stages and passed it round the group as a template (if you're wasting time figuring out a plot you're unlikely to get much done in a two-hour workshop). Before the strips were drawn, each group shuffled the life-stages, but for this cover picture, I just stuck to original order, drawing on one of the handouts from the workshop.

Those of you who took part in the workshop, you should receive your copy of the comic today or tomorrow. I have a few spare, if anyone wants one.


27th Aug, 2004 05:26 (UTC)
computer woes, mostly
I picked up a virus on quizilla yesterday, and had to spend about 40 minutes terminating it with extreme prejudice ... only to discover that at the same time my hosts were rolling out a new control panel and had somehow succeeded in disrupting my own admin interface at the same time ... and now ftp access has mysteriously failed in a singularly unhelpful way.

To make matters worse, I woke up this morning from a nightmare in which I was accessory to a terrorist who was blowing up the giant golden trains that were the only real infrastructure in a world where almost everything was crabstick pink. Well, there were airships, but they were not much use.

uhhh ... sorry, you did ask!
27th Aug, 2004 05:37 (UTC)
I did
and I'm not sorry. Not at all, y'hear? Your dream sounds kind of...disturbing but yummy. Giant golden trains! Airships! Oooh! Sounds kind of D'Israeli to me. Was there fishpaste?
27th Aug, 2004 05:45 (UTC)
no, but it was a bit future bio-steampunk, now I come to think of it
He'd be the perfect person to draw it, and then there would be fishpaste.

Better that than crabsticls, anyway. :/
27th Aug, 2004 05:47 (UTC)
I LIKE crabsticks
but I'm sorry you've had technical problems. I hope they're over. I'll stop harassing you and get back. to. work. now.
27th Aug, 2004 05:50 (UTC)
work, yes.