What do you create when you’re not making mean art for Flashers?
Because I’m also a full time student at UTS, a lot of what I’ve made recently has been some pretty awesome University work, making inventions and brand identities for groups like the City of Sydney Council, the NSW Health department and JWT. I create some zines in my free time (available at The Rizzeria), and I’m working on a really long comic about space.
What are your earliest memories of scribbling?
Honestly, my earliest memory of art was believing I was absolutely amazing at drawing cats, and drawing cats constantly. In actual fact, my ability to draw cats, or really any animal, hasn’t improved since I was five and I wasn’t any good to begin with.
How do you draw inspiration for each Flasher image?
Because I’m always aiming to create little looping animations for the Flashers, I try and pick key words or visuals that pop out to me from the Flasher. Normally, I then storyboard a couple of ideas and work with whatever idea I’m bonding with the best.
Which artist or artistic movement should we be checking out right now?
Artist? I want everyone, everywhere to have a look at Heather Penn’s work because I follow her on tumblr and she creates amazing characters, and is currently working on a videogame called Overland. How much more badass can you get? Movement-wise I’m just personally very excited for the future intersection of VR and Visual Communication.
Which Flasher+illustration combo was your favourite?
I think probably ‘A New Season’. The Flasher had an odd nostalgia to it, like a story I’d read long ago, and I also abused the story to let me draw an old Mac, and lots of plants.
Theadora Kable is a second-year design and innovation student at the University of Technology Sydney. A self-taught illustrator, and member of the Sydney-based print store The Rizzeria, Thea spends most of her time drawing, drawing, drinking coffee, and drawing.
Do check out every Flasher that Theadora has worked on!
Elvis Presley sang about Blue Suede Shoes but I want to sing about spilled milk and overripe tomatoes.
I’m standing outside Sydney Eye Hospital smoking a cigarette in the no-smoking zone. Dad is upstairs having a cataract removed.
At 02:47 Derrick rolls over in bed, grasps Jude by the hand, and says, ‘I’ve got a business idea.’
She is overcome with sepia. Tip-toeing down her brain membrane, the sensation is akin to peeling the white strings off a tart mandarin.
I was clearing the last plates as the guests ordered their coffee. I heard one ask Dad if I was the circus boy. Dad said no, that was his other son, and he went into the kitchen to get Marlon.
The flotilla did not move. It carpeted the still river like an emerald lawn. But underneath festered a stagnant water.
Even though he had never liked the smoking . . .
We’re just a small country town – nothing ever happens here. Although there was that one time a shark showed up in our public swimming pool. We called him Bruce, fed him BBQ chickens from the IGA up the road.