Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Ignorance and want

First drawing I've done in a while, I've lost a bit confidence in my ability and shied away from it. I bit the bullet yesterday though and knocked out a sketch for a subject I've been meaning to tackle for a while. You never know I might get something finished for Christmas.

``Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask,'' said Scrooge, looking intently at the Spirit's robe, ``but I see something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding from your skirts. Is it a foot or a claw!''

``It might be a claw, for the flesh there is upon it,'' was the Spirit's sorrowful reply. ``Look here.''

From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.

``Oh, Man! look here. Look, look, down here!'' exclaimed the Ghost.

They were a boy and girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility. Where graceful youth should have filled their features out, and touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shrivelled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds. Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked, and glared out menacing. No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and dread.

Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.

``Spirit! are they yours?'' Scrooge could say no more.

``They are Man's,'' said the Spirit, looking down upon them. ``And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!'' cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. ``Slander those who tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse! And bide the end!''

``Have they no refuge or resource?'' cried Scrooge.

``Are there no prisons?'' said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his own words. ``Are there no workhouses?''


  1. This I like. Stylistic shades of Tod McFarlane with some Michael Turner in there too. (I spent too long managing that comic shop!) And A Christmas Carol has just moved a little higher up my get-round-to-reading-one-day list.
    I do so little drawing myself these days. I miss it but beyond an elaborate doodle here and there I just can't find the time anymore.

    1. Thanks for the feedback, I think I'll have a go at finishing it after all. You got a keen eye too, spotting the influences. I was very keen on the US/UK comic scene at one time, especially people like Bernie Wrightson and Frank Bellamy. It's great to bump into a fellow scribbler, is there any chance you'll be posting some of your work on Hello Mr. Spaceman or elsewhere, I'm curious to have a gander at it now.

  2. I’ve nothing that would be suitable for the Spaceman blog. And not a great deal of much that I would show off anywhere else if I’m honest. There’s some nice stuff up the loft; pencil sketches of pop stars and bits of ink and coloured pencils works from late teens but they’re all so long ago that they don’t really feel like my work anymore. It would be odd taking credit for them now. These days I tend to render an idea in biro on the nearest bit of paper but more to get the idea out into the world than to create art. If I have a style it’s quite rough and functional. I’ve an ongoing urge to create an old school photocopy A5 book of images and writings into which I would like to put some of my more recent renderings, accompanied with wordage of wit and wisdom... or nonsense! If I ever get round to it I’ll chuck you a complimentary copy.

    1. I keep a few pieces of my older stuff too, not a lot that's any good. Found a couple of odd items the other day that I'd submitted to King's Reach during my attempts to get into the comic trade, -Oh that's why they didn't call back- I thought when I saw them, LOL.

      Interesting comment about, "taking credit" I think that's quite a common feeling, there's a distance you feel from good work, I think it's because when you're working well, it's something that is isolated to a particular moment in time, something that you can't reconcile rationally. The product of such moments are truely -artifacts- the physical remnants of those moments. I suppose the artist who embodies that idea is Jackson Pollock. I'm not really a fan of Abstract Impressionists put I do have time for Pollock It's just I think that his contribution has been misinterpreted and it's been adapted into a parochial -mainstream- style.

      Anyway I waffled a bit more than is really necessary, sure you might want to explain the context of the material -My first...- etc, but I wouldn't concern yourself about that, taking credit, feeling.

      This A5 book sounds like the ideal project to get the creative urges stoked, I'd be really interested to see what it looks like and I'll jump on that freebee thanks.