Archive for November, 2010
“That window glass was so spick and span I com-pletely forgot it was there.”
Hi there! My last post dealt with McMurphy’s internal struggle. I think he had to ask himself if he would continue to be himself and the leader of the ward or submit to the institution’s rules and hope to be released one day. Today’s post is sort of an answer to the question.
McMurphy is pushed over the edge when Nurse Ratched takes away the patients privilege to use the tub room as a place for them to play their card games. She says taking away this privilege is in response to their disorderly behavior long ago, when they joined McMurphy in front of the blank television screen. Nurse Ratched looks around the room asking if anybody has a problem with this decision and she returns to the nurse’s station. McMurphy quietly gets up and heads turn. He walks over to the nurse’s station and throws his fist through the glass window. He picks up a pack of cigarettes that are lying on the other side of the shattered window and looks at Nurse Ratched who is terrified and brushing glass off her shoulders…
“I’m sure sorry, ma’am,” he said. “Gawd but I am. That window glass was so spick and span I com-pletely forgot it was there.”
It took just a couple of seconds. He turned and left her sitting there with her face shifting and jerking and walked back across the day room to his chair, lighting up a cigarette.
Sorry I couldn’t provide a more elaborate drawing for today but I wanted to post something since I missed last month’s post. Mucho thanks for reading!
Book: Tarzan of the Apes
I’ve had a lot on my plate lately, and haven’t been able to put as much time into Tarzan as I would like, so I apologize, everyone, for that. This next piece coming up is going to be the first one to feature fully fleshed out Jane. Oh, Jane. For some reason, I really struggled with her look, so it took me a little bit to be satisfied, but here she is! a little preview at least. She’s inspired by Maureen O’Sullivan, the actress who played Jane in at least a couple of the Tarzan films of the 30s alongside Johnny Weissmuller. O’Sullivan is a brunette, yeah, but I’ve always pictured Jane as blond. Stay tuned!
Book: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Posted by: John Martz
I, Willy Wonka, have decided to allow five children — just five, mind you, and no more — to visit my factory this year. These lucky five will be shown around personally by me, and they will be allowed to see all the secrets and the magic of my factory. Then, at the the end of the tour, as a special present, all of them will be given enough chocolates and candies to last them for the rest of their lives!
After missing last month, I’m back with another Charlie illustration. Here we meet the first four finders of Wonka’s Golden Tickets. I borrowed one detail from Tim Burton’s adaptation, and that was to turn Mike Teavee, the toy-gun-toting couch potato, into a gamer. I think it’s fair to say that if the story were written today, this violence-loving-brat would be addicted to shoot-em-up video games instead of gangster movies.
I also borrowed a visual gag from Gene Wilder’s Wonka — the type that gradually diminishes in size to the point of illegibility.
I won’t replicate the descriptions of every child, but oh the picture Roald Dahl paints of poor Augustus Gloop:
The picture showed a nine-year-old boy who was so enormously fat he looked as though he had been blown up with a powerful pump. Great flabby folds of fat bulged out from every part of his body, and his face was like a monstrous ball of dough with two small greedy curranty eyes peering out upon the world.
Next month we will finally meet Mr. Wonka himself.
[Apologies are in order-- it seems we've all had a lot to deal with as of late so posting is not as smooth as I'd want for you dear readers! I'm posting this a day late, as I had a related Alice deadline (can't show yet though, but I think you'll like it), and of course a little out of order. (the Pig Baby illustration from last month technically comes after this one. The last illustrations for Alice will all be in order!)
As this year winds to a close and the holiday approaches, it's likely that we will take a winter vacation in December and see what to do with the project in 2011! Thanks again for staying with us and enjoying our experiment. -meg]
Posted by: Meg Hunt
Book: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (purchase on Amazon)
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‘And where HAVE my shoulders got to? And oh, my poor hands, how is it I can’t see you?’ She was moving them about as she spoke, but no result seemed to follow, except a little shaking among the distant green leaves.
As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her head, she tried to get her head down to them, and was delighted to find that her neck would bend about easily in any direction, like a serpent. She had just succeeded in curving it down into a graceful zigzag, and was going to dive in among the leaves, which she found to be nothing but the tops of the trees under which she had been wandering, when a sharp hiss made her draw back in a hurry: a large pigeon had flown into her face, and was beating her violently with its wings.
Poor Alice; no sooner does she sort out how to stop being three inches tall does she lose sight of her body and get assaulted by a pigeon. No one said Wonderland was easy, I suppose! Of course, with belligerent Queens, Mad Hatters and confusing Cats to come, Alice rather has her work cut out for her.