The children of the 21st century are bombarded with visual stimuli.
And, I am told, that the result of this steady feeding of pictures is that they have zero attention span. Games and Twitter and the cell phone and TV have zapped the ability to concentrate. They do not have the attention to get this far into this blog piece I am writing now!
When I plan cartooning classes, all I do is remember what it was like to be a kid. When I was little, I wanted to be able to draw.
Draw EVERYTHING. NOW!!!
Above: a sketchbook drawing of mine of some of the emotions you can convey with cartoons. I keep this sketchbook handy when teaching.
When I was in my 20s, I assisted a comic book artist in New York City. I would work in his Lower East Side apartment studio for about 6 hours after my eight hour day job. This was in pre-computer days, and he had HUGE paper reference files, all in big filing cabinets, bulging with newsprint and photocopies. At least once a night, he would come across a comic book with art by Wally Wood or Reed Crandall, and, shoving it under my eye as I was inking, exclaim, "Look at the knowledge! Look at the knowledge."
This was what I wanted when I was a kid. It's the one thing that held my attention. I wanted to know how to draw expressions, how to draw a fist, how to draw the figure in motion, how to tell stories. I wanted the entire college of cartoon knowledge, locked and loaded, inside my head.
But there was no such place. At least, there was no place like that in the small towns I grew up in like Iowa City or Lawrence, KS or Moorhead, MN. I would study the comic books and the comic strips I saw. I read all I could: Steranko's HISTORY OF COMICS, CARTOONING THE ART AND THE BUSINESS by Mort Gerberg (who I would later meet and can now call a friend), POGO by Walt Kelly, BARNABY by Crockett Johnson (those last 2 thanks to my Dad), and any comic strip reprint books in the library.
When it came to getting the cartoon knowledge, I would look everywhere and scavenge what I could.
When I was in my 20s, I assisted a comic book artist in New York City. I would work in his Lower East Side apartment studio for about 6 hours after my eight hour day job. This was in pre-computer days, and he had HUGE paper reference files, all in big filing cabinets, bulging with newsprint and photocopies. At least once a night, he would come across a comic book with art by Wally Wood or Reed Crandall, and, shoving it under my eye as I was inking, exclaim, "Look at the knowledge! Look at the knowledge."
This was what I wanted when I was a kid. It's the one thing that held my attention. I wanted to know how to draw expressions, how to draw a fist, how to draw the figure in motion, how to tell stories. I wanted the entire college of cartoon knowledge, locked and loaded, inside my head.
But there was no such place. At least, there was no place like that in the small towns I grew up in like Iowa City or Lawrence, KS or Moorhead, MN. I would study the comic books and the comic strips I saw. I read all I could: Steranko's HISTORY OF COMICS, CARTOONING THE ART AND THE BUSINESS by Mort Gerberg (who I would later meet and can now call a friend), POGO by Walt Kelly, BARNABY by Crockett Johnson (those last 2 thanks to my Dad), and any comic strip reprint books in the library.
When it came to getting the cartoon knowledge, I would look everywhere and scavenge what I could.
The nice thing about my cartooning class is that I can pass along that knowledge. For instance, we draw hands. Step by step, I draw on the chalk board and the class draws with me.
And we draw expressions of all kinds.
And as we draw all this together, we create a world of character and motivation. Within a short time, I give them cartoon situations to draw and then they must resolve them on their own. I have a lot of exercises where we start out drawing together and then they have to pick up the ball and write and draw the ending. For instance, this astronaut plants a flag ...
Just a paper and pencil to keep these media-saturated kids busy, and they all rise to the cartoony challenge of what is going to happen to that astronaut. Will the monster eat him? Will he escape? Really. They are all so quietly working on their cartoons. You could hear a nib drop.
And we draw people in action, animals, backgrounds, cartoon sound effects, you name it.
I don't have time to teach them everything, but I can give them some knowledge to go forward.
Look out for the next generation of cartoonists. They are very good.
And we draw people in action, animals, backgrounds, cartoon sound effects, you name it.
I don't have time to teach them everything, but I can give them some knowledge to go forward.
Look out for the next generation of cartoonists. They are very good.
Above: Just one of the many "finish the comic strip" handouts for the class.
How it works: I draw the first panel, and the kids finish it. Everyone has his or her own take on the resolution.
Above: Another couple of first panel situations.
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Ahh! I would have loved to do a class like this when I was a girl! Now, I am a dog, so I can't.
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