tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43133083173416766142024-03-06T14:49:30.775+11:00There's a bug in my ink bottleNicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-42938121086817044652010-05-28T10:38:00.002+10:002010-05-28T10:43:36.271+10:00Talking about adapting GatsbyHere is a short piece that I recorded for the <a href="http://wheelercentre.com/">Wheeler Centre for Books, Writing and Ideas</a> a few months ago. The Wheeler Centre - wonderful people! - recently hosted a whole weekend of panels, talks and workshops about graphic novels. Unfortunately I had to pull out at the last moment due to a bout of vicious tonsillitis. By all accounts it was a fabulous weekend.<br /><br /><object width="512" height="288" data="http://wheelercentre.com/static/scripts/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"><br /><param name="movie" value="http://wheelercentre.com/static/scripts/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf"><br /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><param name="flashvars" value="config={"key":"#$9db72e3ee9a0f6b89d8","scaling":"fit", "canvas": {"backgroundColor": "#000000"}, "logo":{"url":"http://wheelercentre.com/static/images/player_watermark.png","top":15,"left":15,"opacity":0.4,"fullscreenOnly":false,"displayTime":0,"fadeSpeed":0,"linkUrl":"http://wheelercentre.com"},"play":{"url":"http://wheelercentre.com/static/images/big_play_hover.png","opacity":1,"width":94,"height":71,"label":null,"replayLabel":null,"fadeSpeed":500,"rotateSpeed":50},"clip":{"autoPlay": true, "autoBuffering":false,"provider":"rtmp","bufferLength":3,"url":"rtmp://rtmpstream.wheelercentre.com/cfx/st/mp4:58495_34599_a7691aa2b85699184aabaf45cd4eb13c17d7897a_34599"},"plugins":{"controls":{"url":"http://wheelercentre.com/static/scripts/flowplayer.controls-3.2.0.swf","left":0,"bottom":0,"opacity":1,"height":"40px","backgroundColor":"transparent","backgroundGradient":"none","timeColor":"#ffffff","all":false,"play":true,"scrubber":true,"time":true,"duration":false,"volume":true,"mute":true,"buttonColor":"#ffffff","buttonOverColor":"#e8600F","sliderColor":"#ffffff","bufferColor":"#fecbad","progressColor":"#fecbad","sliderBorder":"none","scrubberHeightRatio":0.35,"scrubberBarHeightRatio":0.2,"volumeSliderHeightRatio":0.35,"volumeBarHeightRatio":0.2,"timeBgHeightRatio":0.5,"timeFontSize":9,"tooltipColor":"#e8600F","tooltips":{"buttons":false}},"rtmp":{"url":"http://wheelercentre.com/static/scripts/flowplayer.rtmp-3.2.0.swf"}},"playlist":[{"autoPlay":false, "provider":"rtmp","bufferLength":3,"url":"rtmp://rtmpstream.wheelercentre.com/cfx/st/mp4:58495_34599_a7691aa2b85699184aabaf45cd4eb13c17d7897a_34599"}]}"><br /></object>Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-58199547576436474792009-12-23T12:29:00.002+11:002009-12-23T12:35:54.082+11:00I'm in THE NEW YORKER CARTOON LOUNGE!!!..and completely unable to be cool and nonchalant about it! I am sooooooo thrilled!<div><br /></div><div>Here's the <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/cartoonlounge/2009/12/cartoon-off-nicki-greenberg.html">Cartoon Lounge year-end cartoon-off</a> where I get to play with four super-amazing cartoonists. Plus an interview about Hamlet and Gatsby. Oh my.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebunyNb7igEL1g4nxACBZgGLg2x7d40hrN4XGUPwxVaWLHNlNixpYYriFFJhsibvfNgPq94WRy9FNdI29fiFNT6MWtvvZMZ3nMdtWsALpuqoExABcLmijw6-dCtEkFM92WH1EBP94Hjw/s1600-h/newyorker.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebunyNb7igEL1g4nxACBZgGLg2x7d40hrN4XGUPwxVaWLHNlNixpYYriFFJhsibvfNgPq94WRy9FNdI29fiFNT6MWtvvZMZ3nMdtWsALpuqoExABcLmijw6-dCtEkFM92WH1EBP94Hjw/s320/newyorker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418239209790062210" /></a><br />.Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-69609608987848970432009-12-17T13:29:00.005+11:002009-12-17T13:38:13.162+11:00New project!Delighted to announce that there is a new project under way!<div><br /></div><div>It's a picture book for very small kiddies, inspired of course by the darling Poppy and guided in part by the kinds of pictures she most enjoys looking at.</div><div><br /></div><div>More details once it is all firmed up, but this photo of my desk and "washing line" of roughs gives an indication of the shape of the characters: two monkeys and a very mischievous chameleon.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's so much fun working on something bright and lively and fun, and which I know will bring a smile to the little Popster's face. And 22 pages feels like an absolute luxury after the 427-page slog of Hamlet!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFsgPi2d5P9yRsPXiv9iXSjeZo09C3769Kt2W-k4S5B2xK3gvdx1luz-vuSLFHuaS9tPMhTtGBsTvPwWs1PK88if20e_JBabzHombJGAc2moxrdIZWGiInngv-8hbiEoIFo7f2SLQLpCo/s1600-h/IMG_2176.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFsgPi2d5P9yRsPXiv9iXSjeZo09C3769Kt2W-k4S5B2xK3gvdx1luz-vuSLFHuaS9tPMhTtGBsTvPwWs1PK88if20e_JBabzHombJGAc2moxrdIZWGiInngv-8hbiEoIFo7f2SLQLpCo/s400/IMG_2176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416028677328907602" /></a>Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-58806763407275131172009-12-11T10:29:00.014+11:002009-12-16T20:16:12.415+11:00Tango reflections<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1YZvhxIg0RUTVp0PRduuraGe48_f5v_8PudGyULuj8dUz9WOgXwBZC4aKkRZmymqkKErD98c7HQSrab2U178-LxP3IGW3AqJvXPTpwERSK9Ui2oui7NkYqNb8XnD3mOtJs2_EavOVMsc/s1600-h/tango.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1YZvhxIg0RUTVp0PRduuraGe48_f5v_8PudGyULuj8dUz9WOgXwBZC4aKkRZmymqkKErD98c7HQSrab2U178-LxP3IGW3AqJvXPTpwERSK9Ui2oui7NkYqNb8XnD3mOtJs2_EavOVMsc/s400/tango.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415759834016000306" /></a>I'm feeling very sentimental. Last Thursday night saw a very special double launch here in Melbourne: the launch of <i>Tango 9 - Love and War</i> and of <i><a href="http://www.allenandunwin.com/default.aspx?page=94&book=9781742371436">The Tango Collection</a></i>.<div><br /></div><div>For the uninitiated, Tango is an anthology of romance comics. And by romance, we mean the wonderful combination of love-plus-adventure. All kinds of love (zombie love, toaster love, cheese love, pigeon love - you name it) and every colour of adventure, all in magnificent techni-black-and-white. Tango is up to its ninth issue now, and for twelve years these beautiful anthologies have been lovingly tended, edited, brought into the world and distributed by the spectacular Mr Bernard Caleo. Twelve years is a <i>really</i> long time in comics, especially when you're publishing out of your kitchen, hawking it around to bookstores yourself, and doing it all on the smell of an inky rag. </div><div><br /></div><div>But Bernard is no longer doing it <i>all</i> on his own. Enter the most marvellous and most adventurous of publishing houses, Allen & Unwin. Steered by comics visionary Erica Wagner A&U have published <i>The Tango Collection</i>, a rich, juicy volume of selected goodies from the first eight issues of Tango. Let me just spell this out: a big, highly respected mainstream publishing company has just published a collection of local comic artists, many of whom are totally unknown to the wider reading public. <i>That </i>is adventure! And <i>that </i>is love. (That is also great publishing karma, I would add. I hope they sell kazillions.)</div><div><br /></div><div><i>The Tango Collection</i> is fabulous. The comics are funny, moving, gripping, compelling, kooky, challenging, entertaining and mighty impressive. The editing choices are smart and beautifully balanced, thanks to Bernard and to A&U's Elise Jones, and the design by Bruno Herfst is great - inviting to the eye, with a clever nod to Tango's cut-and-paste kitchen table origins. And it's so perfectly in the spirit of Tango, that I have to wipe away a little tear just thinking about it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tango has always had a big, big heart - big enough to include the first shy publishings of many a local scribbler. Talk to any Melbourne comic artist, and odds are they started out publishing their work in Tango. And odds are those same scribblers are still submitting their work to Bernard every time a new issue of Tango is conceived. It's eclectic, it's open to play and experimentation, it's generous, and it's a damn fine collection of quality comics. It's very, very exciting seeing it dished up to the wider reading public in such polished and exuberant style.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tango is also a community. My introduction to the Melbourne comics scene was through Tango back in 1998, and the friendships, inspirations and camaraderie are still going strong. It was a very warm feeling indeed to look around the <i>enormous</i> crowd at the launch and see so many wonderful people - wonderful people whose work I admire so much, too. My date for the evening, darling baby Poppy, wasn't quite up to the heat, noise and press of so many much bigger bodies, so I didn't get a chance to talk with everyone or really get into the swing of the party. But it was great just to see the launch, and one day when she's bigger, Pop Pop can say, "I was there when they launched <i>The Tango Collection</i>". </div><div><br /></div><div>The launch has been blogged by Bernard <a href="http://anislandart.blogspot.com/2009/12/double-tango-launch-at-dantes.html">here</a>, with photos. Needless to say, I didn't even manage to even get my camera out of my bag!</div>Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-68886413762664169362008-12-26T17:35:00.015+11:002009-01-04T15:23:20.591+11:002008 reading roundupOh boy... the new year already... and I have been neglecting the blogging. Blame Hamlet, who has me in his terrible grip and is progressing nicely - I have now passed the half-way mark, and have a mere 200 pages still to do!<br /><br />Hamlet is also responsible for the much shorter list of Books I've Read this year. Not because the drawing has been eating into my reading time, but because I've spent a lot of the page-turning hours with the extremely hefty (900-page plus) <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">The Masks of Hamlet</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> by Marvin Rosenberg</span>. This is definitely one for the freaks and enthusiasts - it goes through every line and every moment in the play and looks at how different actors, directors, critics and academics have interpreted it, with a focus on performance. It's actually very conversational and readable, and allows a little peek into hundreds of performances that we'd never be able to see in real life. I'm still ploughing through it. But in between scenes, here's what I've been reading for fun:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Other Boleyn Girl - </span>Philippa Gregory<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Holiday fluff which I read in Byron Bay. It was very drawn out and probably quite formulaic (hard to say as I rarely read this genre), but I have to admit - totally unputdownable!<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Prochownik's Dream</span> - Alex Miller<br /></span></span>I enjoyed this, especially in the way that it explored the creative process of the main character, a painter. It was one of those books where I didn't like any of the characters very much (apart from the painter's deceased father, whom the painter is a bit tediously obsessed with), but the writing was beautiful and the evocation of Melbourne was great.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Heartland - </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Neil Cross<br /></span>I met Neil<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>Cross this year at the Perth Writers Festival, and all too briefly. He seemed like a fascinating person, and very modestly described his work as "just writing thrillers". Of course he's actually a superstar. As well as writing books, he also writes for the British TV show "Spooks". So when he told me that his latest book was a memoir about growing up with a very disturbing family - and particularly his sociopathic stepfather - I was intrigued. I haven't read any of the growing mass of "my terrible childhood" books, and wouldn't ordinarily be drawn to that side of the biography section, but I'm glad I read this one. The book was gripping, engagingly written and completely un-melodramatic, though it was certainly quite disturbing. Something that really impressed me was how the writer survived all this not as a self-pitying, "deserving victim", but as a compassionate person of humour and wisdom - and talent. This wasn't just a book by someone who'd had terrible experiences - it was a book by an excellent writer, and that surely makes all the difference. I was impressed by how he could realistically show and examine the reactions of a young child - not of an idealised little angel, but a real kid - to the truly incomprehensible behaviour of the adults closest to him.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mister Pip </span>- Lloyd Jones<br /></span>Very good, deserving of all the accolades - and also very horrible. Recounts atrocities in a terrifying clear, simple voice. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Requiem for a Beast</span></span> - <span style="font-weight: bold;">Matt Ottley</span><br />Extremely impressive - see <a href="http://nickigreenberg.blogspot.com/2008/08/congratulations-to-matt-ottley-cbc.html">here</a> for more.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">King Dork - </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Frank Portman<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><span>Well, I'm in two minds about this one. It was a very entertaining and funny and sharp-witted look at the hideousness of the teenage social jungle<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>. It had a fuck-you smart-arsedness that I really liked, and a wild ride of a plot. But it was also horribly cynical, especially in the teenage narrator's sneering dismissal of anyone who happened to be a baby boomer. Ok, the boomers have plenty to answer for as a group, but the relentless lack of generosity of spirit in this book left a bad taste in my mouth</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>. </span><span>I really couldn't tell if the intended readership (alienated teens, which I suppose is most of us, deep down) was supposed to look critically at the narrator or to side with him wholeheartedly. I couldn't help feeling that we were supposed to love this underdog unreservedly in spite of his obvious flaws, and that if we should take exception to any aspect of his snotty dismissiveness, then we'd automatically be on the wrong side, along with those contemptible boomers. I do recommend this one though.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">With Nails</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">- Richard E Grant</span><br />Wonderful! Richard E Grant's film diaries are a fabulous read, even if you have no great interest in Hollywood gossip. The best part for me is of course the chapter on <span style="font-style: italic;">Withnail & I</span> - my favourite film of all time, and the one that made REG's career.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Hamlet Diary</span> - Mark Kilmurry</span><br />An actor prepares for the role and takes us through his process. Interesting adddition to my Hamlet reading.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Archy and Mehitabel</span> - Don Marquis (illustrated by George Herriman)</span><br />Gorgeous - an instant favourite. Marquis wrote these poignant and funny and sad little poems as a newspaper serial in the 30s. Archy the cockroach dives head-first onto one typewriter key at a time to give us his musings on life, reports of his gallivanting alley cat friend, Mehitabel, and requests for something better to eat than stale paste.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Tales from Outer Suburbia</span> - Shaun Tan</span><br />Another masterpiece from Mr Tan. Love love, rave rave. My favourite is the story called "Erik" about a very little exchange student. Go out and get a copy of this stunning book!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Justine</span> - Lawrence Durrell</span><br />This is a hot contender for the most tedious, turgid, dull and irritating book I've read in years. It was almost as dull as <span style="font-style: italic;">Take a Girl Like You</span> (last year's clear winner)<span style="font-style: italic;">,</span> but far more self-important, self-indulgent and muddy in its prose. I will be giving this Durrell a wide, wide swerve from now on.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hamlet: Poem Unlimited</span> - Harold Bloom</span><br />According to Hamlet expert Professor Boom, not only is the play a work of genius, but Hamlet-the-character is a genius beyond Shakespeare himself. Bloom reckons that the character has such a life and mind of his own that he goes beyond his author and becomes bigger, greater and smarter than the man who created him, with insights beyond the author's own. This is a tricky proposition, but Bloom is a persuasive kind of guy - and one with opinions to spare. No fence-sitting multiple interpretations (or "polyphonies", as Rosenberg nicely puts it) for Bloom: he is dead certain about every aspect of Hamlet's character and behaviour. Perhaps a teensy bit arrogantly so! A stimulating read, and good for an argument.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Awakenings </span>- Oliver Sacks</span><br />Fascinating stuff, and another reminder about just how fragile and subjective our experience of reality really is.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Red Shoe</span> - Ursula Dubosarsky</span><br />Aimed at kids / young adults, but definitely not a "kiddy book". Written with a light touch, haunting and subtle. Great cover by the fabulous Zoe Sadokierski.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Amazing Remarkable Monsieur Leotard</span> - Dan Best and Eddie Campbell</span><br />Fabulous! Wonderful! See <a href="http://nickigreenberg.blogspot.com/2008/09/amazing-remarkable-monsieur-leotard.html">here</a> for more.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Moab is my washpot</span> - Stephen Fry</span><br />A terrific memoir, very funny and self-deprecating and witty. Stephen Fry is a hell of a smart guy. The memoir covers his school days, just up to the point of embarking on his further studies, and it leaves me wanting to know more. Gives us a peek into the weird, weird world of English public schools. The book is full of little asides where Fry gives us his opinions on all kinds of things, in no uncertain terms.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The City of Falling Angels </span>- John Berendt</span><br />A look into the intrigues and mysteries of Venice, based around an investigation into the suspicious fire that destroyed the Fenice theatre. I read it during our visit to Venice, and it did confirm my feeling about the place: that it is a closed city, whose "real life" is completely barred to the unwelcome strangers who come to visit. We felt completely shut out in Venice - even belligerently so - a completely different experience from any other place I've visited.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Scheme for Full Employment</span> - Magnus Mills</span><br />Hilarious! A satire on schemes to keep people occupied and working - no matter how pointless that work may be, and on attitudes to working and shirking. Even funnier when we realised that half the staff at Heathrow Airport appeared to actually be on "The Scheme".<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Ministry of Special Cases</span> - Nathan Englander</span><br />Very distressing, but very very good. Brace yourself for this one - it is about young people who are "disappeared" under the dictatorship in Argentina, and their families' endless attempts to find them.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Broken Shore</span> - Peter Temple</span><br />A really goood cop/crime story set somewhere on the rugged Victorian coast. A great plot with a social conscience. The protagonist has two beloved dogs - large black poodles - and I was relieved that there were no cheap attempts at terror involving the dogs being hurt or menaced.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The White Tiger</span> - Aravind Adiga</span><br />Oooh yes, this was excellent. I loved it. Very smart, and very revealing of the flip-side of Indian society and its economic boom.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Slap</span> - Christos Tsiolkas</span><br />A fabulous read - and extremely close to the bone. I have no doubt everyone will be talking about this one. Set here and now, in inner Melbourne (quite near our place, actually) it starts at a suburban barbecue where one man slaps a bratty child, who is not his own. The consequences unfold through chapters each told from a different character's point of view, and the thing about these characters is that <span style="font-style: italic;">you know them all</span>. Ok, not precisely, but they all show traits of thought and speech and behaviour that you will recognise from someone you know - maybe even from yourself, if you're honest about it. Tsiolkas is amazing in the way that he gets inside these characters and show us feelings and attitudes and reactions that we rarely own up to, but which often lurk inside us. Many of the characters are unlikeable and behave appallingly, but Tsiolkas asks us to suspend judgement just a little and try to see how they got to be that way. Really great stuff.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">What Was Lost </span>- Catherine O'Flynn</span><br />Another terrific read - I gobbled it up in an afternoon. Evil doings, loss and loneliness and a really skilfully constructed mystery around a horrible English shopping mall. I have an absolute loathing of shopping centres (richly confirmed recently by my third ever - and definitely my final - visit to the Monstrosity That Is Northland) and this book strips the whole edifice bare, showing us the grim service tunnels behind and beneath the muzak and gleaming storefronts.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Two Caravans</span> - Marina Lewycka</span><br />A great note on which to end the reading year. This one begins with a bunch of not-quite-legal migrant workers thrown together on a dodgy strawberry-picking job in the English countryside. They are from the Ukraine, Poland, Russia, Malaysia, China and Nigeria, and England is out to use, squeeze, and exploit them - and otherwise pretend that they don't exist. A wake-up call about where our cheap food really comes from - and also a funny and touching story about people just trying to get along and pursue their hopes in a new place and with one another.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-68794282554516895562008-11-16T20:33:00.015+11:002008-11-19T07:24:38.902+11:00To be, baby, to be!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyc3YZ2OqmUCFqkWhj1a7pRLcbdjyPR395umiWBooe7b_TZ8uw01OsspoA3_eQeAmEsJ0019NJPaVr0QYaynsuGBMuSxKUyhPr0AIXrvbjrZ7k5zfgrv1aEYqAr3boJ9b8PQvB2bPLAcw/s1600-h/ophelia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyc3YZ2OqmUCFqkWhj1a7pRLcbdjyPR395umiWBooe7b_TZ8uw01OsspoA3_eQeAmEsJ0019NJPaVr0QYaynsuGBMuSxKUyhPr0AIXrvbjrZ7k5zfgrv1aEYqAr3boJ9b8PQvB2bPLAcw/s400/ophelia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269513000120881826" border="0" /></a>No, we didn't run off to Paris and never come back - much as we fantasised about such a plan of action. Between the killer currency conversion menacing us abroad and the little creatures awaiting us at home, a spot of absconding was not really on the agenda. The loveliest part about coming home (apart from the truly ecstatic reaction of the Pupster) is that I have somehow managed to retain the relaxing effects of a wonderful holiday. And it's Spring!<br /><br />Not that this relaxation means any slacking off on Hamlet. Since coming back, I've been working madly, madly, madly on it. And as I've been approaching the whirlpool centre of the play, stuff like blogging tends to fall off a bit. Sorry about that. Thanks to Nathalie for reminding me to post!<br /><br />So the Hamlet tally is: 181 pages (and four soliloquies) down; with approximately 240 pages (and exactly four soliloquies - three for Hamlet, one for the King) to go. The super news is - <span style="font-style: italic;">I've done The Big One</span>. The most famous piece of dramatic speech ever. "<span style="font-style: italic;">To be, or not to be</span>". The fourth soliloquy - the goddamn <span style="font-style: italic;">Question</span>! Yowie.<br /><br />It was thrilling. It really was one of the most exciting scribbling experiences I've ever had, if not <span style="font-style: italic;">the </span>most exciting. I spent two and a half days (and by "days" I mean 11-hour marathons) executing the ten pages of the soliloquy - with frequent bouts of pacing, posing, gurning and grimacing, talking to myself, leaping about to let off steam and "yes!"-ing. But this was, of course, the tip of the iceberg. There was a hell of a lot of planning, roughs, notes, reading and so on that shaped it before I approached the final drawings. I'd come up with the basic idea about a year ago, but refined it and rethought it and changed my mind almost as often as the Dane himself, before I finally came up with just what I wanted.<br /><br />"Performing" the soliloquies on the page is a fascinating process. As always, I want the pictures to add something significant to every phrase, so there is no question of just letting the character pace up and down making faces and gesticulating while he "speaks" the lines. What a waste that would be. There has to be something more - something that unpacks and illuminates and even interrogates the words of the soliloquy.<br /><br />On the stage an actor can do so much of this with voice, delving into the inexhaustible toolbox of volume, emphasis, tone, modulation, facial movement, timing, rhythm, verse-speaking, inflection, and of course, silences or pauses. Add movement to this, and the on-stage possibilities are limitless. On the page, though, we have neither sound nor real time movement at our disposal. What a challenge!<br /><br />So what I aim to do - and not only in the soliloquies - is exploit the special devices that are unique to the graphic medium, to achieve a different kind of drama. These devices can be very broadly bundled into two types, which are inextricably linked and overlap: <span style="font-style: italic;">composition</span> (the layout of the page, the character placement, the shape and location of speech bubbles, the way the panels combine and interact etc) and <span style="font-style: italic;">content</span> (including the cool stuff that you can do on a page, but which would be difficult or impossible to achieve in "real life" with its pesky space-time constraints). Tied up with this is my own favourite scribbling activity, which is all about making the structure of the book, the page and the frames themselves part of the storytelling. Characters use or push against the boundaries of the frames, objects (and characters) tumble down the page from one frame into another, and terrifying things menace us from the darkness outside the panel borders. In some instances, turning a page even shows you what is happening "behind" it. Ooh, I love that stuff!<br /><br />The soliloquy is too fresh and "just-out-of-the-oven" for me to post any snippets here. In fact, I'm even coy about posting a picture of Our Hamlet at this stage. So instead I've posted a little peek at Ophelia being admonished by her pain-in-the-arse father - because I feel bad being such a tease and not showing any of the goodies.<br /><br />This week Ophelia gets even more trauma as we get into what I consider the hardest scene of the play. The mad, bad, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Get thee to a nunnery</span>" scene. Hamlet and I have to spend the next ten pages or so tearing this sweet Ophelia creature to tatters. Juggling love, disappointment, fury, disgust, sadness, betrayal, desire, judgement, confusion, suspicion, sexual nausea, self-loathing, regret - all this while toying with one's sanity. I am going to have to dig deep for this one.Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-77669024810559961932008-09-08T17:35:00.002+10:002008-09-08T17:49:42.185+10:00Away!Tomorrow we scoot off overseas for a month of marvellous adventures, so things will be pretty quiet here in the Ink Bottle until about mid-October. We leave home and beloved creatures in the capable hands of our good friend Toby.<br /><br />It is truly a shame that Horace - sporting his new & extremely chic haircut - won't be padding the footpaths of Paris with us and communing with his poodle brethren in their natural environment: the inside of swanky restaurants. I'm sure he speaks with a French accent already.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxdR9651oPIWrplhM6v0eEEfLMG6f20lNg9RUBzeknxQpmB2eAT73Q1wEaZLhr7SxE0M0VE_ZmdsiFW-vVTLSXydkQBcNH6j5JzsJz-USdAOscfJcIrxSNMQb2azxLlwiyizHjd-Dkf18/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxdR9651oPIWrplhM6v0eEEfLMG6f20lNg9RUBzeknxQpmB2eAT73Q1wEaZLhr7SxE0M0VE_ZmdsiFW-vVTLSXydkQBcNH6j5JzsJz-USdAOscfJcIrxSNMQb2azxLlwiyizHjd-Dkf18/s400/IMG_1524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243554410755483154" border="0" /></a>Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-60384619971285975012008-09-03T12:06:00.005+10:002008-09-03T12:21:12.026+10:00The Amazing Remarkable Monsieur Leotard<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjshcy1fi_TCLA8W7UOt9Ecf-pSwApqu8RTcnUKPPUYyhg9TCFH6psPUlUkjEjWxnEddabmwV9YiIaTW02so8qIFBlG-dlgB3PFOQ3s0njZpy9ITe8JpP9GFCfZUmUsksHf65rBAR_41Ag/s1600-h/leotard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjshcy1fi_TCLA8W7UOt9Ecf-pSwApqu8RTcnUKPPUYyhg9TCFH6psPUlUkjEjWxnEddabmwV9YiIaTW02so8qIFBlG-dlgB3PFOQ3s0njZpy9ITe8JpP9GFCfZUmUsksHf65rBAR_41Ag/s400/leotard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241614175488059490" border="0" /></a>La Bug writes from the feverish depths of a hideous flu crossed with chest infection, and is feeling very much less than amazing at the moment. But in my usual "immediate!-No-this-can't-wait!" way (which is possibly what got me into this mess in the first place) I am compelled to get up for a teensy moment to tell anyone who will listen:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Go and get yourself a copy of Eddie Campbell & Dan Best's new book, </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Amazing Remarkable Monsieur Leotard!</span><br /><br />It is absolutely magnificent. Wonderful, funny and moving story. Fabulous characters (the bear is my favourite). Sublime watercolour (or gouache? or a mix?). Layouts that are super-clever in understated ways, and twists that are audacious in over-the-big-top "how did they pull <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> off?" ways. I loved it. I'm so glad there are books like this in the world.<br /><br />Ok, that's enough from me. We go overseas in 6 days, and I damn well better get better before then.Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-8797352398765395592008-08-23T10:24:00.008+10:002008-08-23T17:23:42.285+10:00Congratulations to Matt Ottley - CBC award for Requiem for a Beast<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirP518DcKNGXBiwfc9v2vnprAs6Lspbx-XulzAacpaV-usxx7OMIBBIAIekpJ2ULe1vL38kVzkWIZM-NfhaLxpLVVcHf-xbpVugIhqbYMJQzijgKUQypEyWGlyhnJlorKlteG9m0ZNHSM/s1600-h/requiem.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirP518DcKNGXBiwfc9v2vnprAs6Lspbx-XulzAacpaV-usxx7OMIBBIAIekpJ2ULe1vL38kVzkWIZM-NfhaLxpLVVcHf-xbpVugIhqbYMJQzijgKUQypEyWGlyhnJlorKlteG9m0ZNHSM/s400/requiem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237523162406048370" border="0" /></a>Congratulations to Matt Ottley, whose powerful book, <span style="font-style: italic;">Requiem for a Beast, </span>has just won the<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>Children's Book Council award for Best Picture Book here in Australia.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Requiem for a Beast</span> tells a wrenching and deeply personal story of a young man who goes outback to work as a stockman, where he tries to come to terms with his family's past, the terrible treatment of indigenous Australians, and his own internal conflicts. The story is told in words and pictures, sometimes separately and sometimes in combination, and also in haunting music: it includes a CD composed by the author, to be played while reading the book.<br /><br />It's a challenging book to read because of the disturbing nature of the story it tells, and the sense of impending horror that pervades it. But it is not all bleakness - Matt Ottley's glorious oil paintings are a song to the beauty of the Australian landscape, and there is hope for reconciliation, for human goodness, in the story as well. I think it's a hugely well-deserved prize.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br />But - surprise surprise - the judges' choice has attracted a frazzle of controversy. I haven't followed it terribly closely, but it appears that the complainers are up in arms because the book contains explicit language and themes unsuitable for young children. See <a href="http://www.news.com.au/couriermail/story/0,23739,24219810-952,00.html">this article for example</a>, where a commentator is quoted saying:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><blockquote></blockquote></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">"There is no warning. There is nothing on this book which says it contains things that may not be appropriate for children. </span><span style="font-style: italic;">All there is is the big gold star from the Children's Book Council, which most parents will take as a recommendation".</span><br /></blockquote>Now this strikes me as not only silly, but lazy as well. Matt Ottley's book is aimed at adults and <span style="font-style: italic;">older</span> children (who are still children, just not the the smaller variety). It is not aimed at the younger age groups, as any parent, teacher or librarian can tell by simply looking at the blurb, or flicking open any page of the book. But the commentator's assumption is that a <span style="font-style: italic;">picture</span> book - especially if it wins a prize - ought to be presumed suitable for <span style="font-style: italic;">young</span> children, unless clearly indicated otherwise with a big warning sticker on the cover.<br /><br />This assumption suggests two things to me:<br /><br />First, an unwillingness to take responsibility when choosing books for one's children. If you are going to borrow or purchase a book for a child, surely you should have a quick look at it first, and decide whether you think that (a) it will appeal to the kid in question; and (b) it is appropriate to their age and level of understanding. If you abrogate this responsibility, it is a bit rich to complain that nobody else picked up your slack by warning you about what was plain to see - if you had cared to look.<br /><br />Secondly, this attitude suggests real ignorance about the huge developments in picture books for older readers. You just can't assume that all picture books are aimed at littl'uns, any more than you can assume that all TV cartoons are suitable for this audience. Where was this person when <span style="font-style: italic;">The Arrival</span> swept numerous awards in both children's <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> general book categories?<br /><br />At the heart of this silly moral panic is something I find particularly tiresome. It's a proprietorial belief that the literary space of picture books is <span style="font-style: italic;"></span>a protected zone solely for young children - and therefore if you dare to "pervert"<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>that space by making a picture book (or one of those degenerate "comic books") that isn't suitable for younger kids, then it is your responsibility to protect them - and apparently their parents - from the risk of stumbling across your "dirty" work.<br /><br />Too ridiculous for words... let alone for pictures!<br /><br />Onward Matt Ottley!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-38803549765922074152008-08-20T08:12:00.006+10:002008-08-20T08:31:35.616+10:00More Melbourne, more books, more Gatsby!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwaUzckPaprgxUaZy09Eg9QGU7qwXYFF7O2ICF2SzcKtYfr-qWNnn4TTvXMpsyfW79UE70nNDagPzG0yHSCJCf3h1LEM9jCjxtUcCBw-Up4MlRAXxHWCad9i62lLWUSef3qrlc6YPIOzI/s1600-h/laneway.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwaUzckPaprgxUaZy09Eg9QGU7qwXYFF7O2ICF2SzcKtYfr-qWNnn4TTvXMpsyfW79UE70nNDagPzG0yHSCJCf3h1LEM9jCjxtUcCBw-Up4MlRAXxHWCad9i62lLWUSef3qrlc6YPIOzI/s400/laneway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236359710641351810" border="0" /></a><br />That local comic book hero <a href="http://anislandart.blogspot.com">Bernard Caleo</a> is at it again. Or should I say, he's been at it constantly for at least ten years and shows no signs of slowing. Here's an article he wrote recently for <span style="font-style: italic;">Laneway</span> online magazine about the flourishing of Melbourne comic art: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.lanewaymagazine.com.au/melbourne-home-of-the-comic/">Melbourne, home of the comic</a>.<br /><br />And since Melbourne has just been named the second ever <a href="http://www.theage.com.au/national/melbourne-hooks-the-books-20080819-3y9b.html">UNESCO World City of Literature</a>, it seems to be a very fortuitous time for us picture/word lit people to keep pouring ink onto our little Melbourne garden and bringing the produce to market. People are broadening their tastes, and realising that there's room in the lit-city for all kinds of books - not just the word-only variety.<br /><br />I am further encouraged in my optimism because... <span style="font-style: italic;">Gatsby </span>is being reprinted!! Very exciting indeed. It'll be in the shops next year, all dressed up in another gorgeous cover by the brilliant <a href="http://zoesadokierski.blogspot.com">Ms Zoe Sadokierski</a>. Yippee!Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-9023746639660784822008-08-13T08:05:00.006+10:002008-08-13T08:23:41.336+10:00My brush pen has been busy...Last week I showed a few pages from Hamlet at a conference called "Multiliteracies". I was on a panel with Shaun Tan and Bruce Mutard, moderated by the fabulous Erica Wagner of Allen & Unwin, and we were talking about graphic novels (of course!). Good fun, and as always more ideas than we could cram into the allotted time.<br /><br />So, now that I've shown a few pages in public, I (finally) feel ready to reveal a tiny glimpse on the blog. Only a tiny glimpse though! Here's Polonius, popping out in our faces.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgox6tsNwrc-J2d47We-hA7ShyphenhyphenoiOsosu35qT5FLUlabX3dBBQq2k_LS3YjSzyz__U-VGlmp6GwsUTqIcTWtPOgxxXE400VC7lZgWJ5ZKepk3fZrT2fR1a2wbFep4ixW-yMbz_obUodueY/s1600-h/polonius.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgox6tsNwrc-J2d47We-hA7ShyphenhyphenoiOsosu35qT5FLUlabX3dBBQq2k_LS3YjSzyz__U-VGlmp6GwsUTqIcTWtPOgxxXE400VC7lZgWJ5ZKepk3fZrT2fR1a2wbFep4ixW-yMbz_obUodueY/s400/polonius.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233756722612604066" border="0" /></a>I'm really pleased with the torn paper - and yes, it is "real" - scanned in a delicate balancing arrangement so as not to squash the little "petals", then tidied and colour-corrected on Photoshop. Oooh, I <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> doing collage. And even though there are no actual scissors and glue involved here, it's still lots of fun.<br /><br />There's a fair bit of sitting around waiting for the computer to process some of the larger images in Hamlet. For example, getting my 1200 dpi scans of the black ink-work into the right spot on a 300dpi page involves a 5 minute "transform" process. What's an impatient girl like me to do during such an enormous stretch of empty time? I can't resort to the internet, because that crashes Photoshop during a transform. So instead I play with my biggest brush pen, and fool about with creatures like this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidcTtURkRRuhJApb5GnJUqhXTctnyT14RfjbwwGNACluz3qJqXcWzn3obgyR_QCKjtmhyphenhyphend1crb2bC73f0_oDCGfJfDwPyG6jfcDc86FjzbHrUi7ACzsjhom0lgUmMsJaSJTtxIdszEZyk/s1600-h/ink_creature1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidcTtURkRRuhJApb5GnJUqhXTctnyT14RfjbwwGNACluz3qJqXcWzn3obgyR_QCKjtmhyphenhyphend1crb2bC73f0_oDCGfJfDwPyG6jfcDc86FjzbHrUi7ACzsjhom0lgUmMsJaSJTtxIdszEZyk/s400/ink_creature1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233756483851665682" border="0" /></a>But more often, I must admit, I'm distracted by other creatures!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbPWimlYudKjn4K5BZMzuKKmK2yIsfJpKvr7DgHI8VtgaFV_LVldsWB_B1fep01RtXJOwUokY5Brz6dXy5RPicnYuOrcWoHigv0RkLfZ8_CHUmgQhZUV9GB137pGPXdSHvpHTdY1iHseI/s1600-h/IMG_1483.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbPWimlYudKjn4K5BZMzuKKmK2yIsfJpKvr7DgHI8VtgaFV_LVldsWB_B1fep01RtXJOwUokY5Brz6dXy5RPicnYuOrcWoHigv0RkLfZ8_CHUmgQhZUV9GB137pGPXdSHvpHTdY1iHseI/s400/IMG_1483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233756333264504706" border="0" /></a>Awwwww!!!Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-47189127149317401442008-07-18T09:24:00.014+10:002008-07-18T13:58:50.636+10:00Bell Shakespeare's Hamlet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoF1l_LcE_VIuZP8jUe93ycWw_-bGWd6Aq-MSN0ih1nm-QpJyUsuur2av9Xb1kotodl7HxIoQ_6l9eDJ4OJyVC2wYWxt0rTErLCEXJNcyq12j_2faAb4Z9wcJ1o8lTqaJkwct36OmzcJk/s1600-h/hamlet-article.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224161294042043474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoF1l_LcE_VIuZP8jUe93ycWw_-bGWd6Aq-MSN0ih1nm-QpJyUsuur2av9Xb1kotodl7HxIoQ_6l9eDJ4OJyVC2wYWxt0rTErLCEXJNcyq12j_2faAb4Z9wcJ1o8lTqaJkwct36OmzcJk/s400/hamlet-article.jpg" border="0" /></a>Last night we went to see the Bell Shakespeare Company's production of <em>Hamlet</em> at the Arts Centre Playhouse. It was excellent. And after more than a year of being mentally immersed in the play on paper (and on screen), it was a pretty mindblowing experience to see it done so well on stage. I can't stop thinking about it, weighing its interpretations against my own, and interrogating both the performance and, perhaps even more vigorously, my reactions to it.<br /><br />It was a very intimate edit of the play. The political dimension (including Fortinbras, Laertes' rebellion etc) was almost entirely excised and there were no "lords attendant" except for Osric. It was confined to a tight family drama, but this was plumbed very deeply, and was extremely satisfying.<br /><br />Even without the political dimension (which I love for its widening of the story and added layer of menace, and which I'm not cutting in my book), Colin Moody's Claudius was the consummate politician. He was brilliant. To my mind, he was the best character in this production - impressive without being bombastic, subtle and smooth and even likeable at first - comb-over, pot belly and all. This makes his evil side all the more chilling as it emerges. He made me think of a capable, clever, charismatic politician whom we trust, but whom we discover - to our distress - has been corrupt all along. I actually <em>wanted</em> him to be as good a man as he initially seemed to be. He was such a real human being, with such an apparent mix of good and bad, that I actually felt sorry for him during his "O my offence is rank" soliloquy. It was a revelation to me, as I tend to imagine the King as much more of a straight baddie, seeing him from the outset through Hamlet's eyes.<br /><br />As much as I liked Claudius - and liked him against my will - it was pretty hard for me to like Brendan Cowell's Hamlet. And this was also very confronting, because I am quite in love with the character, and also because I identify with him very strongly. Paul Gross's character in <em>Slings & </em>Arrows fulfilled all my Hamlet needs by tapping into those two things perfectly! But Brendan Cowell played him as a very modern spoiled brat pop star type. His cadences of speech were interesting, often suggesting rap rhythms and inflections - a sneering hip hop performance poet - and he tossed them off with physical gestures that called to mind baggy jeans and gangsta attitude, though often this was ironic. I half expected him to jeeringly call Rosencrantz and Guildenstern his homeboys.<br /><br />Because I am so engaged with Hamlet-the-man at the moment, I initially found it very hard to adjust to a playing of the role that was so vastly different to any of my own imaginings. I had to keep reminding myself that <em>this</em> Hamlet need not be anything like <em>my</em> idea of Hamlet to be a good Hamlet. But I sometimes found it hard to lose myself in Brendan Cowell's super-sarcastic <em>irritating</em> prince. I found him engaging and believable and very funny, and I really appreciated the innovative, interesting, varied, unpredictable and energetic take on the role. But I didn't feel that his woes were my woes. I wasn't entirely <em>with</em> him, as I wanted to be. But then there were some special moments where he hit notes which resonated wonderfully with me. This happened most strongly during the "What a piece of work is a man" speech. The notes played directly into my heart, and I loved it. This is probably my favourite speech of the play, and I'm hard to please on it because I have Withnail's bitter tirade of it so powerfully in my head. But I loved Brendan Cowell's playing of it.<br /><br />One of my other favourite parts is the first soliloquy - "O that this too, too solid flesh would melt". I didn't love Cowell's interpretation of this, though. At the beginning of the play I felt he was at the height of his petulance and already a bit over-antic, and this turned me off. But I warmed up to him very much in the second soliloquy, and I thought he was absolutely terrific in the "get thee to a nunnery" scene - a great balance of love, regret, fury, scorn, disgust - wounded and wounding all at once. This is a scene that I know I will find tricky to pace and modulate in my book - it has a number of buildups and peaks and I imagine that it's a really hard scene to play well. But he pulled it off wonderfully.<br /><br />I could go on and on: exploring the differences in interpretation was completely engrossing for me. But I'll limit myself to one more general observation about this Hamlet. As the duel played out and the end drew near, I found myself wondering if Fortinbras was going to appear at the end. I almost hoped not, because I thought that his line about Hamlet, that "had he been put on he would have proved most royal" would be a big fat lie. This Hamlet didn't ever, to my mind, show even a hint that given the chance he would have been a great king. I wouldn't have entrusted my house to him for the weekend, let alone the kingdom of Denmark! So in the end, when Fortinbras did appear and spoke the line, I was left with the feeling that some important notes really were missing in this rendering of Hamlet. I don't think he should be an ideal prince, but I think he needs a suggestion of honour and dignity and princely capability, even if does get all jangled out of tune and harsh.<br /><br />Hamlet's interactions with other characters were extremely entertaining, especially the hilarious (and endearing!) Rosencrantz and Guildenstern - the poor sods - played by Tim Richards and Matthew Whittet. And with Polonius, who was played with the most wonderful comedy - seemingly effortlessly - by Barry Otto. I started to beam every time he fired up - it was like getting a series of lovely surprise bowls of cherries in the middle of your meal!<br /><br />I also loved the interaction between Hamlet and Gertrude. They didn't flog the whole Oedipal angle (what a relief), which makes it genuinely shocking when he pulls her legs apart and simulates raping her in the closet scene. I felt real revulsion in this scene - partly in sympathy with Hamlet and against Gertrude, but more in reaction to Hamlet and his ugly behaviour. The chemistry between them was excellent throughout the play and never overdone, and Gertrude had a terrific presence. She was a great complement to Claudius, and very subtly played. Marvin Rosenberg (author of the brilliant book <em>The Masks of </em>Hamlet) points out that Gertrude has very few lines in the play, and must use presence, gesture and physical expression to convey her character. I thought Heather Mitchell did this wonderfully. Not simpering or mentally weak, but kind and thoughtful and generous of spirit yet ultimately self-serving, self-justifying and flawed by a moral weakness.<br /><br />By contrast, Ophelia (Laura Brent) was a rather pale presence. Big Squid, who had not seen the play before and knew the story only roughly, commented that she didn't have a very big part and asked if a lot of her scenes had been cut. But they hadn't - she just didn't impress as being very much <em>there</em>. This sidelining might have been intentional, but I like to think of Ophelia as a bit more central, being tugged in all directions by the men around her. In my book she is a "fuller" sort of character, wrestling with her own sexual desires and inhibitions. Instead of being so prim as to almost deny having a body, I see Ophelia as endowed with perky boobs and a round bottom, simultaneously pleased with her lovely young body and unsettled by all the attention it brings her, the desire it makes her feel and prohibitions and shame that attach to it. Even if Hamlet is 30, she is probably only about 16 in my mind, and subject to all its uncertainty and excitement. None of this was apparent to me in the buttoned-down Ophelia in this production - though there was some promising backchat in her dialogue with Laertes (I liked Laertes too) at the start, and her mad scene was good.<br /><br />The Ghost, on the other hand, was very much <em>there, </em>though I did find it hard to get used to the fact that the characters who were meant to be transfixed by him didn't face him at all, but faced the audience instead. He was played with real scare-factor, like a decomposing zombie complete with horrible gumming mouth movements, by Russell Kiefel, who also played the Gravedigger and an Ambassador. And when he spoke to Hamlet, he was <em>scary</em> - not in a "whooooo! whoooo!" ghosty way either (none of the "wind in a chimney" that I've been aiming for), but with a harsh, loud, grating voice - with broad Aussie accent. Not only a ghost to fear, but a father to fear as well. There was even a touch of a certain law firm's Managing Partner caught in an angry moment! I had to fight the urge to stand up and cheer at the end of his speech. That was a real highlight of the play.<br /><br />Another highlight was Horatio. He was perfect. Natural, intelligent, genuine, concerned, a deep thinker but sensible (not fussy) and loyal without being a "master's dog". He was a man you wanted to have as a friend. I did wonder why he was so attached to someone as relentless and annoying as Hamlet, but maybe Hamlet wasn't always like that. Maybe his "transformation" really was shocking and extreme, and back at Wittenberg he had some of Horatio's sense and sympathy and dignity. Or maybe Horatio is just a nicer, more tolerant and accepting person than I am!<br /><br />All up - a wonderful production. I can't stop thinking about it. I give it loads and loads of stars!Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-82054573418628067302008-07-10T13:54:00.006+10:002008-07-11T09:18:48.000+10:00Miracleman!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgynd4wPOyMm2TLEYHa-Na3s3oeY71h-vxCDGDrflLOJl8AjBnOhcoo0ZHMZPoptBi0pd53j00iHFuuny3C_wMTBtDcrC8Qt3fEyoMaUKXS_q0nNg4mEMiWrxo0OboU9PTa6EWXMbqGI78/s1600-h/miracle_cov.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221237298866958850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgynd4wPOyMm2TLEYHa-Na3s3oeY71h-vxCDGDrflLOJl8AjBnOhcoo0ZHMZPoptBi0pd53j00iHFuuny3C_wMTBtDcrC8Qt3fEyoMaUKXS_q0nNg4mEMiWrxo0OboU9PTa6EWXMbqGI78/s400/miracle_cov.jpg" border="0" /></a>Oh my squidness, I've just seen the most fabulous theatre production. A two-man show by two very, very talented gentlemen, Bernard Caleo and Bruce Woolley. It's called <em>Miracleman</em>.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Miracleman is an adaptation of a comic book of the same name by Alan Moore (which I confess I have not read), and it's being staged for a <em>terribly short time only </em>at the o-so-Melbourne-hidden-laneway bar, the Croft Institute - which is a work of weird art in itself. The room only seats about 20 people, and it ends soon, so <em>get in quick!</em></div><br /><div>It was wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. Very funny, touching, exciting, super-clever and extremely engrossing - I was literally craned forward in my seat, drawn deeply into the cut-and-paste, back-and-forth-in-time stories of the very human characters.</div><div></div><br /><div>Our main man is a somewhat worn and weary journalist who, with the use of a magic word - <em>Kimota! </em>- can become the superhero Miracleman. Problem is, he's lost the word, and his memory of being more than human, although terrifying fragments come back to him in his nightmares. The plot has loads of twists and turns and zaps through time and space at mindwarp speed. There are slower, very powerful sequences too, where we are suspended inside the big questions that we share with the protagonist. What are we, really? What should we do? (ah, Hamlet!)</div><br /><div>Bernard and Bruce perform a huge cast of characters, as well as playing and singing the music (beautiful) and doing all the cleverly minimal props <em>and</em> the lighting and sound. And they do all this with a level of energy, perfectly pitched emotion, comic timing and expressive physicality that is really amazing. </div><br /><div>One of the things that made me want to leap out of my seat and cheer was the frame props. In some of the rapid-fire "voice over" narrative sequences, the guys used a pair of flat, brightly coloured rectangular frames to - well, to <em>frame</em> characters' faces or bits of the action. They were living, moving (<em>fast </em>moving!) comic book frames!! Brilliant! <em>That</em> is adaptation working for its keep - using the idiom of one form and making it talk in another form, in a new and exciting way. </div><div></div><br /><div>Super stuff. And you don't even have to be into comics to get it. <em>And</em> it includes a cameo by a giant squid. Truly, I couldn't ask for more.</div><br /><div></div><div>Details of the show <a href="http://anislandart.blogspot.com/2008/06/return-of-miracleman.html">here at Bernard Caleo's blog</a>. And another review (warning - it has spoilers) from <a href="http://www.australianstage.com.au/reviews/melbourne/miracleman-1630.html">Australian Stage Online here</a> (so you can see it's not just me who is raving about the show!).</div>Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-82792325172030955182008-06-21T12:35:00.005+10:002008-06-21T13:02:26.196+10:00What Hamlet really needed:To be... or not to - <span style="font-style: italic;">Oh you adorable little pupster!!<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRs_3RW0wa-lmp-pbENaTmzwU4t6NAfLpcRi7T0-WVNm0SrmsYltJiCVEMhHjO8KYbmbsIuwcyQCRJlhU03qvGl8vkGYipHOjA7ruO5cVR4vRlZn7_gGqGvAMeKDc5fCSH8syFp0TdH9A/s1600-h/IMG_1473.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRs_3RW0wa-lmp-pbENaTmzwU4t6NAfLpcRi7T0-WVNm0SrmsYltJiCVEMhHjO8KYbmbsIuwcyQCRJlhU03qvGl8vkGYipHOjA7ruO5cVR4vRlZn7_gGqGvAMeKDc5fCSH8syFp0TdH9A/s400/IMG_1473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214158500670376898" border="0" /></a>Right now (when I can get the doggie's tongue off my eyeball) I'm working on Hamlet's encounter with the ghost. And I'm doing all the voices in my head as I work, of course. My invaluable <span style="font-style: italic;">Shakespeare In Production</span> book (Robert Hapgood), which gives you the play together with commentary about how various actors and directors approached each line (so footnotes usually take up three quarters of the page), describes many interesting options used by different actors. Descriptions of the ghost's voice include "deep sepulchral tones", "a graveyard voice", a "spectral wail", "slow, solemn and under", "still seared with purgatorial fires", and - my favourites: "tones [that] seemed to come from another world... without resonance" and a voice like "the wind in a chimney". I prefer a quieter, colder, more distant and imperious dead king who commands Hamlet from a height. No shrieking or wailing for my ghost.<br /><br />Doing voices is a great challenge on the silent medium of the page. The faces and postures have to do a lot of the work of suggesting the tone of voice, but the shape and position of the speech bubbles and the shape of the words themselves lend a hand as well. One more reason why computerised fonts are generally disappointing in comics - they lack the expression and flexibility of hand-lettered words.<br /><br />And now I've got to get back to it. Got to work out what "the wind in a chimney" looks like!Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-66961235169479484482008-06-17T16:49:00.004+10:002008-06-17T17:17:53.061+10:00Melbourne is such a comics town!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxskB_3TUxDTe4D7NAFaN4EOkScFV6VOu0Y1SAewhmKzYtBieoMjSMuLjyrpv-wL53SdfosmyvEsAZKMXgDS28ZEXVziXLD8cc71Ib7XNS1S-o67-gInbJh8FqBSAd71R9yH1U4pvjEwQ/s1600-h/QueenieChaninvite.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxskB_3TUxDTe4D7NAFaN4EOkScFV6VOu0Y1SAewhmKzYtBieoMjSMuLjyrpv-wL53SdfosmyvEsAZKMXgDS28ZEXVziXLD8cc71Ib7XNS1S-o67-gInbJh8FqBSAd71R9yH1U4pvjEwQ/s400/QueenieChaninvite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212744808409427666" border="0" /></a>Ok, we have the sort of winters that fill the trains with hideous bronchial choruses, but we also have veritable explosions of comix goodness here in Melbourne (or MelBOURNE, as our American friends call it).<br /><br />A small sample of recent newslets:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.queeniechan.com">Queenie Chan</a>, graphic novelist, is doing an appearance and signing at Borders bookstore on 25 June - click on the image of the invite to see the details. Queenie has moved to Melbourne from Sydney - a natural progression!<br /><br />Does two artists make an exodus? Pat Grant has also moved from Sydney to Melbourne. Pat does some of the funniest comics I've ever read, and he's got a new, very spunky website. <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.patgrantart.com">Check it out here</a>. Pat is also part of the rude-sounding <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.specialfriendbringsexciting.com">Special Friend Brings Exciting</a> project<br /><br />Bernard Caleo, the big, big heart (and hair) of Melbourne comics, and editor of the wonderful <a href="http://www.cardigancomics.com/">Tango anthologies</a>, has a new blog dedicated to the local scene. It's called "An Island Art", and <a href="http://anislandart.blogspot.com">it's here</a>. Bernard has also become the roving comics reporter for <a href="http://www.rrr.org.au">Triple R</a> radio's art show, as well as appearing on 3CR's <a href="http://thecomicspot.blogspot.com">The Comic Spot</a> with John Retallick and Jo Waite.<br /><br />And of course all of us scribblers are here, working away at our little pictures... and trying to keep the heater close enough to defrost the knees, yet far enough away not to dry out the ink.Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-14961834250375628092008-06-01T10:02:00.005+10:002008-06-01T10:29:36.317+10:00Tales from inner and outer suburbia...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9gyIaJWb_SvsYR0cqu1PqdhRBxgCwOdEVvrKO9qyOPeIVC-RW4_qELfpPD905UK-3_jflNJhyphenhypheneCvxTHdWY_Ylkn9WC8Jk0I3-E7bgCCvWOXcecQY864dA65mVzIX8MtfZVMIoQfHnZ1c/s1600-h/tales_from_outer_suburbia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9gyIaJWb_SvsYR0cqu1PqdhRBxgCwOdEVvrKO9qyOPeIVC-RW4_qELfpPD905UK-3_jflNJhyphenhypheneCvxTHdWY_Ylkn9WC8Jk0I3-E7bgCCvWOXcecQY864dA65mVzIX8MtfZVMIoQfHnZ1c/s400/tales_from_outer_suburbia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206702993137724242" border="0" /></a>It's been quiet on the blog front once again, because we've had some drama here at the Bughouse. Our darling pup Horace has a broken front leg, so there's been a lot of nursing going on. It breaks my heart to see the little thing all splinted and bandaged and wagging his tail so hopefully, because all he wants to do is frolic and play - but of course he can't.<br /><br />Right, better change subject before I cry all over the desk and short-circuit something. That tiny pup is braver than us big humans. He's wonderful. Get well soon, little Horace.<br /><br />On Friday night Shaun Tan's new book, <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.allenandunwin.com/default.aspx?page=94&book=9781741149173">Tales from Outer Suburbia</a> </span>was launched at Readings bookshop in Carlton. It really goes without saying that it's another piece of brilliance from the phenomenal Mr Tan. It's gorgeous. It's wonderful. It's published by Allen & Unwin (yay!). Go out right now and get yourself a copy. The beautiful cover, designed by Inari Kiuru (Shaun's partner and super-designer) is shown here.<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><br />Traveling further back in time... Sydney Writers' Festival came and went - great fun, and very busy. We got to stay at a wonderful spot right under the Harbour Bridge, with water all around - a bit of a thrill for a Melburnian. I did a couple of talks for high school students and two workshops for kids, followed by one longer workshop for adults. I especially enjoyed the adult workshop, because the participants were all so keen and motivated and engaged and <span style="font-style: italic;">talented</span> ! There was a terrific buzz as everyone exchanged ideas (and email addresses) and sketched out some fabulous stuff.<br /><br />This Thursday I'll be doing another talk about Gatsby at Northcote library. Details of the event are <a href="http://www.darebinlibraries.vic.gov.au/Calendar.aspx?Mode=Week&Day=1&Month=6&Year=2008#Events">here</a>, or:<br /><br />Thursday 5 June<br />6.30pm<br />Northcote Library<br />32-38 Separation St, Northcote<br />Melways Map 30 F8<br /><br />Righto. Back to pupster and Hamlet now.Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-77734547383159770292008-05-16T21:00:00.005+10:002008-05-17T13:59:15.568+10:00Gatsby shortlisted for ABIA award!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3yMZUE9IyinorOzB-rSTr3lnZmSCZJf5XBshPuf-Jzlo2CcyC8srOSmhSgvL65hBOpGymG0SrPMl4XcLCa7_LZ6yROYNdBAWfpdzyzPAajmp67Y4IxO3OUPw9AK-CWu8vrzTYJ0SshI/s1600-h/morning+glory.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3yMZUE9IyinorOzB-rSTr3lnZmSCZJf5XBshPuf-Jzlo2CcyC8srOSmhSgvL65hBOpGymG0SrPMl4XcLCa7_LZ6yROYNdBAWfpdzyzPAajmp67Y4IxO3OUPw9AK-CWu8vrzTYJ0SshI/s400/morning+glory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200930734774207826" border="0" /></a>Recent good news: Gatsby has been shortlisted for an Australian Book Industry Award for best illustrated book! Yippee! I'm very thrilled about this, because the ABIA awards are voted by an "academy" of booksellers and publishers, who obviously look at the books from within the industry. It is especially exciting to hear that booksellers like Gatsby, because I appreciate that it can be a challenge shelving, displaying, promoting and selling books which don't easily fall into obvious categories - an issue that pops up all the time with picture books for adults. So big warm thanks to those fabulous booksellers, and fingers crossed!<br /><br />The "illustrated books" category is separate from the children's books categories, and apparently (or so a publisher friend tells me) it tends to include mostly non-fiction books, with the illustrations being largely photographic. Gatsby does seem to be the only one this year in which drawings play a very large role. So it will be interesting to see what happens.<br /><br />Speaking of pictures, here's a little Hamlet detail of some poisonous morning glory (at right). I'm getting very into the creepy flower paintings at the moment, rolling up the sleeves and splashing around liberal amounts of those acrylic inks. The pics are inspired by illustrations from the fabulous Taschen <span style="font-style: italic;">Book of Plants. </span>Hamlet is cracking along fast and furious, so I'm very pleased.<br /><br />It's been a busy time generally, with lots of speaking gigs - not to mention puppy training! I'm gearing up for a jammed schedule at the <a href="http://www.swf.org.au/">Sydney Writers Festival</a> next week. By all accounts it's a great festival, and the program is <em>enormous</em>. I'll be doing a few workshops and a couple of talks, mostly for the secondary schools program. Should be fun.<br /><div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" > <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> </span></div>Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-39539827028254331532008-05-04T16:06:00.003+10:002008-05-04T16:27:24.807+10:00"Graphically speaking"Yesterday I had the pleasure and privilege of being on a panel at the Children's Book Council of Australia Conference with Neil Gaiman and manga artist Queenie Chan. The topic of our panel was "graphically speaking - the challenges of reading graphic novels", and it flew by all too fast. We each had ten minutes to race through our material at lightning speed, and then a tantalisingly brief few minutes for discussion and questions. So many interesting issues had just started to unfurl when the bell rang (ok, there was no bell, but there was a distinctly school-like flavour about it!) and we had to stop.<br /><br />Neil talked about graphic novels in general, giving a neat introduction to the form which would have been a great help to the uninitiated. Queenie followed with "Manga 101", which was fascinating. I don't know much at all about manga, so it was very interesting to take a quick tour through the main categories (manga for teen boys, teen girls, adults, kids etc) and note some of the stylistic differences. As she explained, it's not all "big eyes small mouth" stuff. I talked a little about my favourite topic - the adaptation process, the alchemy of words and pictures, and some of the ways that pictures, panels and pages work as narrative devices.<br /><br />I'm particularly interested in those devices that are unique to sequential art narrative - things like page layouts, the use of frames-as-objects and frames that "talk" to one another in multiple directions. These are things that I'd been working with long before I ever had to articulate in words what I was doing. It was only when I started giving talks like this that I had to sit down and find the words to describe the techniques that came intuitively. Right at the end of our session, in response to a question, Neil explained another of those special things, and my heart leapt to hear it: he talked about the wonderful device of the silent panel. Panels that make us pause and think and question and fill out the meaning for ourselves. Moments that hang and quiver, the way time can stretch and stop. Despite drawing many a silent panel in my comics, and very much relishing this device, it had never occurred to me how particular to comics it is. As Neil explained, you can't get the effect of a silent panel in prose writing - and he's tried! Brilliant!<br /><br />It was great to meet these two comic stars - one very high in the sky, and one rising. We had much to talk about, and I'm sure these conversations will continue in the future. Invigorating stuff!Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-84486364387445483792008-04-25T16:39:00.006+10:002008-04-25T17:08:56.896+10:00We've got a puppy!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-A6efHszwdQ94zcUp99Ejgcj3TXJ9Bw8RXmivx-wBc224CCuKXikCdHvv6yg6IgIUur-wrdGhdu8be9zWck5twFhAAT818xg7BA0lRDRUOEc0V4HIko2b5sAY6Yu1RXqsVoepkdtsLfA/s1600-h/IMG_1457.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-A6efHszwdQ94zcUp99Ejgcj3TXJ9Bw8RXmivx-wBc224CCuKXikCdHvv6yg6IgIUur-wrdGhdu8be9zWck5twFhAAT818xg7BA0lRDRUOEc0V4HIko2b5sAY6Yu1RXqsVoepkdtsLfA/s400/IMG_1457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193076049820188226" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2kL2kh1L6dP7SYxfAKc17zpnPwsIhXsm91BfCrtI0V9lcU88IQDy-hmMzLd8e0Ec21318fIDVsDf5d3MXUJfl86pyE4v0iwQUwzzNJQlc7M5UbuGBqW0ev7YrHdnX_aEZ5u5fxSFiWg/s1600-h/IMG_1453.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2kL2kh1L6dP7SYxfAKc17zpnPwsIhXsm91BfCrtI0V9lcU88IQDy-hmMzLd8e0Ec21318fIDVsDf5d3MXUJfl86pyE4v0iwQUwzzNJQlc7M5UbuGBqW0ev7YrHdnX_aEZ5u5fxSFiWg/s400/IMG_1453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193076354762866258" border="0" /></a>Meet Horace, the newest addition to our menagerie. He's a red toy poodle pup. HOW CUTE IS HE??!!<br /><br />Humans/squids: ecstatic<br />Cats: curious/contemptuous<br />Pup: mad with delight and very hard to photograph because he never keeps still!<br /><br />Awwwwwww!!<br /><br />(My theory confirmed: cats are all Hamlet, doggies are Laertes. Maybe older dogs could also be Horatio.)Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-66255764244801310202008-04-23T18:20:00.004+10:002008-04-23T18:51:17.926+10:00Slings & Arrows<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIT9x76BCQx9E_et3uM9BW5Sftcb0mdNiuQnT3KcxlU7vKi9_WeJLnB2r_ipfX-S7548v_Y5zfaQLiIIXUskx3efMIcZ1r9eBRy4iy_nth56HEQH4nrJ0UGiZTPK1n0PDHXRAAqr69c8/s1600-h/slingsandarrows02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIT9x76BCQx9E_et3uM9BW5Sftcb0mdNiuQnT3KcxlU7vKi9_WeJLnB2r_ipfX-S7548v_Y5zfaQLiIIXUskx3efMIcZ1r9eBRy4iy_nth56HEQH4nrJ0UGiZTPK1n0PDHXRAAqr69c8/s400/slingsandarrows02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192353859659300386" border="0" /></a>Thanks to my buddy <a href="http://www.greggerrand.com/">Greg</a>, recommender of good things, I recently had the great pleasure of watching the first season of <span style="font-style: italic;">Slings & Arrows<span style="font-style: italic;">,</span></span> a Canadian mini-series set in a provincial theatre company beset by more dramas than they ever bargained for.<br /><br />In season one, the company is attempting to mount their flagship production, <span style="font-style: italic;">Hamlet</span>. Prominent among their many problems is the grudging return of Geoffrey Tennant (the absolutely enormous spunk pictured here), an actor who lost his mind while playing the Dane seven years earlier. He's back to fill the position of artistic director, not to play Hamlet, but in real life he is the truest of Hamlets, antic disposition and all.<br /><br />Although he's not actually performing the role, his character was the best Hamlet I've ever seen. He was <span style="font-style: italic;">precisely </span>my idea of what Hamlet should be like, with just the right mix of ballsy-ness and sensitive melancholy. Oh, and he's a big hottie. I mentioned that, right?<br /><br />Anyway, as well as being a rollicking good show to watch, and hilarious in parts, I found it very instructive. It's been said a million times that Hamlet is a role that can never be exhausted and whose mysteries will never be fully plucked out. So I gobbled up this take on the character, and learned a lot from it.<br /><br />Another thing I really enjoyed was the way the show looked at the enormity of the role, how daunting it can be for an actor, and how attempting to encompass it can drive a person mad. This certainly resonated with me yesterday. Of course I'm playing <span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> the characters' roles on paper as well as directing and bloody well <span style="font-style: italic;">drawing</span> the thing, but without a doubt the hardest part is "playing" Hamlet. The other characters fairly leap from my brush, but I really have to sweat to get Hamlet's expressions, posture and timing right. Having laboured over his first appearance and dialogue with King and Queen for two consecutive days of 12-hour desk marathons, by the end of day two I was feeling pretty wild-eyed and crazy, let me tell you. Fortunately, though, I went easier on myself today and spent the day reviewing and redoing some of that work, to good effect.<br /><br />All good fun. Whoever said we scribblers were obsessive, eh?Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-57760212986083529482008-04-15T21:09:00.010+10:002008-04-16T20:04:20.858+10:00The rest is silence<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglreM7nfvZN11a8om_-HANJB3WKG0neo0RJsEo3mssAPtCavCaWEJtbGS8-vHYuLWq5DvQMDpyjV1rI588sC-oPAu-tnqcGqjvfa6dknGViBvuSFMjwSn7w3EPtYI1hrjsmhq2_7V4gGU/s1600-h/sacrifice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglreM7nfvZN11a8om_-HANJB3WKG0neo0RJsEo3mssAPtCavCaWEJtbGS8-vHYuLWq5DvQMDpyjV1rI588sC-oPAu-tnqcGqjvfa6dknGViBvuSFMjwSn7w3EPtYI1hrjsmhq2_7V4gGU/s400/sacrifice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189780960005541346" border="0" /></a>Well, not quite. But I have been very quiet blogwise the past couple of weeks, and we can thank the Dane for that. I've been madly, passionately - ok, maniacally - absorbed in working on <span style="font-style: italic;">Hamlet</span>, and have barely made time to eat, sleep and otherwise behave like a normal human being. It is cracking along very well, despite the little hitch of my Wacom tablet giving up the ghost and having to be replaced on Monday. I expect the discarded one to return any day now and ask its successor to take revenge on me for killing it.<br /><br />I'll just pause from my madness to mention that Allen & Unwin are launching Bruce Mutard's new graphic novel, <a href="http://www.allenandunwin.com/default.aspx?page=94&book=9781741751178"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Sacrifice</span></a>, on Wednesday 23 April, and it looks like an excellent read. Set in Melbourne in the shadow of WWII, the book deals with war, ideals, family and love. Bruce will appear in conversation with the lovely Bernard Caleo.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Details:</span><br />Wednesday 23 April 6.30pm<br /><div>Readings Carlton - in Lygon Street of course. </div>Free, but but please book on (03) 9347 6633 or RSVP on Facebook.<br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div>Sadly I can't attend, because parent-teacher interviews have been inconveniently scheduled that evening. Damn!Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-64255281150690564672008-04-02T08:20:00.013+11:002008-04-04T22:00:54.072+11:00Inky goodness<div style="text-align: left;"> <p>Hamlet is in progress! I've done eleven pages of the final work (yes, eleven down, 390 to go!) and am so excited about it, I'd work at it 20 hours a day if I were physically capable of doing so. And if I didn't have to go to the office...<br /><br />I won't show any finished pages here because my illusionist's instinct tells me that until the dove is ready to be flourished out of the hat, I should keep it hidden. Very hard, when I can barely contain my excitement!<br /><br />Instead, I'll introduce a new favourite product - Pebeo's black "graphic" india ink/encre de chine. Here it is with its perfect partner - a box of fabulous vintage bowl-shaped nibs that I bought on eBay:<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgREFnrb4MewHDHPJA3ylz1VEzXpDs57poGHJRQaeO_kbcJeCTuuNkugzCIF5LOqkRhN3bl0TV8EM03DOuQIeL6VbY66RC1QMIrd2y0dx2hSSwjUYMlDCsQHkNKVBplhtYXKsac_YnBRLg/s1600-h/IMG_1425.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184761724907648786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgREFnrb4MewHDHPJA3ylz1VEzXpDs57poGHJRQaeO_kbcJeCTuuNkugzCIF5LOqkRhN3bl0TV8EM03DOuQIeL6VbY66RC1QMIrd2y0dx2hSSwjUYMlDCsQHkNKVBplhtYXKsac_YnBRLg/s400/IMG_1425.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgREFnrb4MewHDHPJA3ylz1VEzXpDs57poGHJRQaeO_kbcJeCTuuNkugzCIF5LOqkRhN3bl0TV8EM03DOuQIeL6VbY66RC1QMIrd2y0dx2hSSwjUYMlDCsQHkNKVBplhtYXKsac_YnBRLg/s1600-h/IMG_1425.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a><o:p></o:p></p> <p>The ink was recommended by the very brusque-and-busy manager at Deans Art - clearly a man who knows his ink. I'd complained about the erratic behaviour of my big bottle of Winsor & Newton (my battles with W&N seem to be <a href="http://nickigreenberg.blogspot.com/2008/01/treat-em-mean-keep-em-keen.html">a recurring theme</a>...) and he seemed completely unsurprised by this report. He tossed this plastic Pebeo bottle at me, saying "this is good stuff, and it's cheap". I didn't actually look at the price, so keen was I to find a black ink that I actually liked.<br /><br />And I'm very happy to say that this is indeed the goods. Very black, shiny, sits nicely on top of the paper, and with just the right amount of whatever it is that gives it that satiny feel. No bleeding into the paper, and no stickiness. Yippee!<br /><br />This was also my first try with the new/old nibs from the magic cave of eBay. They took forever to arrive after being caught in a UK postal strike, and then I ignored them for months while continuing my extended romp with the brush pen (which remains my main tool at the moment, as Hamlet is a largely nib-free affair). But it is a pleasure to simultaneously happen upon a superior ink <em>and</em> what seems to be the ideal steel nib! These are large bowl-shaped nibs with a sort of rounded bobble on the upper part of the point, making them slightly less hard and scratchy. They glide, they're not too flexy and they have just the right amount of line variation for my taste. And the best part is, I've got 114 of them! No more wondering if my one-of-a-kind nib will last the distance for an entire book! I used just <em>two</em> nibs for the main drawing work of Gatsby, and after approximately 1,500 drawings, they were both worn away on a very rakish tilt indeed. And by rakish I do mean prone to raking the paper.</p> <p>In other news, Gatsby has been listed as a <a href="http://cbca.org.au/shortlist.htm">"notable book" in the Children's Book Council of Australia awards this year</a>. Lovely! Speaking of the CBC, I'll be on a panel at the CBC conference in Melbourne in May, talking about graphic novels together with Queenie Chan (manga queen) and Neil Gaiman (!!!).<o:p></o:p></p></div>Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-44875832127449686562008-03-26T17:43:00.004+11:002008-03-27T06:48:18.851+11:00Comic Book FunnyWell, the Hamlet backgrounds are DONE! And have been safely delivered to the wonderful people at Allen & Unwin so they can have them professionally scanned. I also had a fruitful talk with A&U's super-designer, Bruno, to nut out the techno-mysteries of Photoshop modes, colour profiles, scanning and printing. It's a great relief to get these things sorted at the <span style="font-style: italic;">start</span> of a project (well, it's sort of the start - if you call a year's worth of preparatory work the start...) rather than in a state of nailbiting-<span style="font-style: italic;">will-this-work?</span>-horror at the end.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Gatsby</span> was my Photoshop initiation, and as such I had no idea of what kind of pitfalls might open up in front of the innocent scribbler accustomed to nothing more technical than the angle of her steel nib. I did lots of things the long, hard way, and probably took a couple of years off super-editor Jodie's life with the "surprises" that arose when we tried to get my electronic files ready for print. It all worked out in the end, of course, but neither of us needs to go through <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> kind of suspense again!<br /><br />So with the backgrounds under my belt, I'm really <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> looking forward to painting actual characters - in fact, to painting anything that doesn't involve thousands of tiny repetitive patterns, dots, circles, tiles...<br /><br />In other news, some of us comic types are showing off at the Melbourne Comedy Festival, in a series of panels, live scribbles and exhibitions. It's called <span style="font-weight: bold;">Comic Book Funny</span>, it's on for three more Saturdays, and it's <span style="font-weight: bold;">free</span>! <a href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/arts/comic-book-heroes-join-the-festival/2008/03/25/1206207100150.html">Here's a short article about it</a> from The Age, featuring Comic Book Funnyman extraordinaire and organiser-of-the-show <a href="http://www.nakedfella.com/">David Blumenstein</a>, along with this little Bug. Note how I am laughing hysterically in the photo while David just looks cool.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Details for <a href="http://www.comedyfestival.com.au/season/2008/show/85/">Comic Book Funny</a>:</span><br />Saturdays 29 March, 6 April and 12 April - 4pm<br />Bella Union Bar<br />Trades Hall<br />Cnr Victoria and Lygon Streets<br />South Carlton.<br /><br />And here's what David says about it:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Stand-up comedy is lovely, but it’s got a Twilight Zone-style mirror world which lives on paper and feeds on ink: the world of the underground cartoonist.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Australia’s vigorous community of independent comic book makers spend their days as clerks, shopgirls, students, teachers, ad artists, animators and telemarketers. By night the spotlight drops onto their drawing boards and their pens and brushes come out to play.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Their work is angry, scatological, satiric, whimsical and just plain funny.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Comic Book Funny is a series of free events presenting the often hilarious, occasionally touching and always purchasable works of Australia’s funniest comics auteurs -- the print analogue to the rest of the Comedy Festival.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Drop by the Bella Union Bar at Trades Hall each Saturday at 4pm and you’ll meet a few more talented cartoonists. See their wares! Ask them questions! Drink with them! Admire their ink-stained fingers!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Featuring Australia’s best and funniest cartoonists: Gerard Ashworth, Neale Blanden, David Blumenstein, Bernard Caleo, Pat Grant, Nicki Greenberg, Ben Hutchings, Dean Rankine, Glenn Smith, Ross Tesoriero, Andrew Weldon and more!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> David Blumenstein and Ben Hutchings will be podcasting local comics talk and general silliness during the festival, at http://www.nakedfella.com/blog/.</span>Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-35195620204497765482008-03-24T18:10:00.008+11:002008-03-25T11:32:17.506+11:00Trencadis<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrenALMAS901Q46GdU2ume_gZ0bvzIh48tcZsCPRaGrXX-1Wr0H0N1gJevn8-8eFONxndlZP98Jj9FC0g9_UtCZS-tUFW9h7OQpAcQMMLJIcsDviHJ2KyBGgvT6uqtNidWRrlSfEi4zYA/s1600-h/great_hall_detail.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrenALMAS901Q46GdU2ume_gZ0bvzIh48tcZsCPRaGrXX-1Wr0H0N1gJevn8-8eFONxndlZP98Jj9FC0g9_UtCZS-tUFW9h7OQpAcQMMLJIcsDviHJ2KyBGgvT6uqtNidWRrlSfEi4zYA/s400/great_hall_detail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181202571408799394" border="0" /></a>Here's a close-up of some of the detail from the latest Hamlet background. It's smaller in real life (on an A3 piece of paper), and boy, did those little tiles take a long time to paint!<br /><br />This picture is, of course, inspired by the amazing "trencadis" (broken tile) mosaic work of Antoni Gaudi. As shown in these snaps taken on our visit to Barcelona three years ago:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4AmMdBjxJun9x1P4_qv7PA6LEExn3MqT155mbJSXie8gziHoD61C2kkqZ3s3fm6HTc4V_uP8sqIrX_seUjB4R3TUDuCe3oHjS86r9b-Xnl9erGUHvvQ09dUd_gVVkwFMRIFE0W00cAwY/s1600-h/IMG_0340.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4AmMdBjxJun9x1P4_qv7PA6LEExn3MqT155mbJSXie8gziHoD61C2kkqZ3s3fm6HTc4V_uP8sqIrX_seUjB4R3TUDuCe3oHjS86r9b-Xnl9erGUHvvQ09dUd_gVVkwFMRIFE0W00cAwY/s400/IMG_0340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181205925778257618" border="0" /></a>(ceiling detail from "marketplace" in Parc Guell)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSOnRouocm-DyGaTF7Rw56pmAK5YjkP8yyMnz_HwvYDx4Hd4J9mJUhgVMnhe7dBREL9LrZm1FTFDCdJpp6VEIYuNpWySp_RRtJhDB1oYWs2DxJ5YraQtVGmV0cWTio0UmT7-HtjhtA1CU/s1600-h/IMG_0336.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSOnRouocm-DyGaTF7Rw56pmAK5YjkP8yyMnz_HwvYDx4Hd4J9mJUhgVMnhe7dBREL9LrZm1FTFDCdJpp6VEIYuNpWySp_RRtJhDB1oYWs2DxJ5YraQtVGmV0cWTio0UmT7-HtjhtA1CU/s400/IMG_0336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181205745389631170" border="0" /></a>(more ceiling work in Parc Guell)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi83aPhE0guvROKU2gitoIKsYGPy9joOQ9hffvxeHOCnTXQtAMtzO6F7dxu8Dy2vQyDkzEqrvFOy-np7cJ4eX0tU-9-Cdle98aryHlNG45UdI8c7lo-0Om_l_XItaXYUXM1fsqwYddT140/s1600-h/IMG_0295.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi83aPhE0guvROKU2gitoIKsYGPy9joOQ9hffvxeHOCnTXQtAMtzO6F7dxu8Dy2vQyDkzEqrvFOy-np7cJ4eX0tU-9-Cdle98aryHlNG45UdI8c7lo-0Om_l_XItaXYUXM1fsqwYddT140/s400/IMG_0295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181205526346299058" border="0" /></a>(roof detail, Casa Batllo)<br /><br />Imagine the work of placing all those tiles together on such an enormous scale... passion plus vision plus painstaking process... Contemplating work like Gaudi's is my version of a religious experience.<br /><br />Sigh! The wonders of Barcelona. I miss it very much. I miss seeing art and architecture like this almost as much as I miss home-cured anchovies and <span style="font-style: italic;">bocadillos con fuet</span>.Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313308317341676614.post-67831075696230520402008-03-19T21:00:00.003+11:002008-03-19T21:16:20.982+11:00Gatsby talk at The Pines Library Thursday 20 MarchIn all the recent rushing I forgot to mention that I'm doing another library chat-and-slideshow about making Gatsby. It's tomorrow night, Thursday 20 March, at The Pines Library in East Doncaster. The fine people from Angus & Robertson will be there selling books, and there will be snacks, I believe.<br /><br />Details:<br />Thursday 20 March, 6.30 pm<br /><a href="http://www.wev.vic.gov.au/Page/Page.asp?Page_Id=153&h=0">The Pines Library</a><br />Corner Reynolds and Blackburn Roads<br />Doncaster East<br />Bus from Melbourne CBD: number 304<br /><br />It's a pretty odd time to organise such an event - the evening before the Easter long weekend. But then, my last library gig was on Valentines Day... Soon people will think I have no life.<br /><br />Actually, it seems quite possible that I've left some vital components of my life on one of the six budget airline flights that I've taken in the past few weeks. All that travel has worn me out, and I'm looking forward desperately to a quiet long weekend with the Big Squid. Ok, with the Big Squid <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> my acrylic inks.<br /><br />And they say I don't know how to take a holiday...Nicki Greenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05933295866435745305noreply@blogger.com0