What do you create when you’re not making mean art for Flashers? I'm an artist in Mudgee, NSW – I exhibit there and around the central west region. At the moment I have an exhibition of big oil landscapes at a cafe gallery in town and I've been working on a set of fine pen drawings of local landmarks for a 2016 calendar.
What are your earliest memories of scribbling?
In primary school I wrote stories and illustrated them, and then in high school I started making comic books. Friends and I made a monthly comic magazine we would photocopy and sell at school for 25 cents.
How do you draw inspiration for each Flasher image?
I look for a scene in the story that encapsulates its themes and moods, as well as offering an interesting visual. Sometimes it comes immediately, sometimes I have to turn it over for a while. I try a few compositions in a very scribbly form until I find one that clicks, and generally that's the stage where I make a few discoveries that really complete the picture.
Which artist or artistic movement should we be checking out right now?
This week I dropped into the Saint Cloche gallery in Paddington and saw some amazing paintings by Pascale Boulle, a French-born Sydney artist. She paints some bold, striking images of plants against rich blue skies.
Which Flasher+illustration combo was your favourite?
Down the Aisle, Music by Charlotte Guest was probably my favourite – I really liked the story and the drawing came together in an interesting and unusual way. I know she was thrilled with it too! The best thing about illustrating the Flashers has been thinking so intensely and creatively about all these great stories.
The corridor leading to Michelangelo’s David was lined with the sculptor’s unfinished slaves, only half carved out of their marble blocks. The Galleria dell'Accademia security guard, Maria, weaved between tourists, past the slaves, and towards David himself.
Tools and spare parts hang from the walls of the garage and the air smells of motor oil. Dogs bark like mad out back. The roller door is open and there are six beat-up old cars on the lawn out front.
Butterflies are extinct – somehow we killed them all. Whether it was due to climate change, pollutants or some other symptom of our species success, we don’t know. But it doesn’t matter: they made a better version.
One day, for reasons he didn’t understand, Leonard Ames decided to do something completely out of character.
People living on corners survive longer in our town. It’s as if they have two sides to hang onto when it comes to life, not just the one front fence.
We met over a bunch of seedless grapes.
He was balding and I was suffering from early onset vascular degeneration. He wore elasticated pants.
I’m sitting on a hilltop overlooking the ocean, wrapped in a blanket that smells of my mother. The blanket is made of wool, soft, not scratchy, and its multi-coloured fibres are floral and warm. I smell jasmine perfume and black tea, and the fragrance of just-dried washing: sunbeams are woven through the fabric.
I accidentally bought double bed sheets for my queen sized bed again.
Rossman sat bolt upright in our meeting, diligently taking notes. His hair had just been cut, his tie was perfect; he’d only this week joined our firm.