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  • Flawed, but glorious

    Flawed, but glorious

    28 May 2009

    In my final blog post last year I blogged that I would try to blog more in 2009. What a massive blogging fail. Oh well. I guess late is better than never.

    Speaking of late, I’m pretty chuffed right now because I’ve finally got to see the DVD of Series Two of The Tripods – a brilliant, but underrated and often maligned 1980’s BBC sci-fi show – almost 22 years after it first screened on TV.

    I vividly recall the first time I saw the show. With its eerie, industrial-pound theme music and its bleak storyline of three teenage boys fighting ominous metallic monsters whose mind control technology renders the adult human populace docile and subservient in a peaceful but enslaved world – it scared the hell out of me. I was instantly hooked.

    Tragically however (for my budding TV fan brain at least), I never got to see Series Two. Even more tragically, the BBC management of the day decided to cancel production of the third and final series, before the second had even finished filming. The cliffhanger ending of Series Two, which was supposed to be a set-up for a glorious victory over the oppressor in Series Three, just became a horrible ending – destruction, confusion, tears and an unanswered question, “Has it all been for nothing?”

    So many creative endeavours can often seem like they’ve been for nothing. Some of the best films tank; brilliant bands break up after difficult second albums; good books end up in sale bins then go out of print; and great TV shows – like The Tripods (Firefly, The Riches, Action! etc.) – are cancelled. So is such ‘failed’ creativity all for nothing?

    No. Never. Not at all. 22 years later, in spite of some clunky special effects (groundbreaking for their time, thank you, but far surpassed since) and the occasionally wooden or overacted dialogue – The Tripods stands the test of time for its strength of story and its ingenuity. Like any great piece of creativity that might meet an early demise, it never jumped the shark. It will live in my mind forever – flawed, but glorious.

    It’s kind of how I think about my cartoons. I know the humour works, but I often beat myself up for not being the greatest artist. Still, I feel like I’m slowly making headway in that department, as per the following cartoon.

    In his latest book, ‘Outliers’, Malcolm Gladwell talks a lot about the “10,000 hour rule”; that is, you need to spend 10,000 hours doing something before you can become truly proficient at it, and thus increase your likelihood of success. Considering the number of cartoons I’ve drawn in my time, I probably have about 8,237 hours to go. Oh well. Until that time comes, if there are any mogul producers who like the idea of a TV series about my super-heroine Amazing Grace, please contact me. All multi-million dollar offers will be considered. Third Series optional.
     

  • Time is moving on

    Time is moving on

    1 October 2008

    Time moves on. Things change. Life finds a way. (A line from Jurassic Park, I believe?) Time has moved on in a good way for me. I'm between jobs right now and plotting a new path. It looks like that path will involve much more cartooning, which is incredibly exciting. More info on that in future posts, but for now I thought it was high time that I post another cartoon on this blog ... one of my favourites of recent times, I might add. Stay tuned for more exciting news coming soon ...

  • Grandma Gertz

    24 August 2008

    It’s good sometimes to stop and think about the people who have influenced your life.

    Today, as I prepare to draw another cartoon for the monthly Touchstone magazine, I thought it was time to give a shout out to someone who is known to virtually no-one, but who has played a significant part in my life and deserves homage. Let me start this back a couple years…

    At the beginning on 2006 I made a New Year’s Resolution. This would be the year that I finally got off my butt and published the book of cartoons that I had been planning in my head for a number of years. I vowed to myself that come December, I would have a properly printed book of my own cartoons to give out to family and friends as a Christmas present.

    By early October, things were looking a bit grim. I had the title, and had written the acknowledgements and thought vaguely about which cartoons would be in there, but the main thing holding back its completion was money. It would be a big commitment to fork out the kind of cash I knew would be needed to get this thing printed to the quality I wanted. And it was money I didn’t really have to throw around at the time.

    I was thinking about this very thing one day when I went to the post office to pick up the mail. In the PO Box that day was a letter from a barrister based in Sydney , Australia . My first thought was that someone was suing me. However, inside the envelope was a letter and a cheque for A$2000 which I was informed had been left to me in the will of Alma Gertz, a 92 year old Estonian woman who had died a few months earlier.

    So, who was Alma Gertz?

    Born 17 September 1914 in Estonia , Alma migrated to Australia after WW2 with her husband, as displaced persons. They settled at Llandilo, near Penrith NSW, and ran a chicken farm. She had no surviving children, only horrendous memories of contact with Russian soldiers in her homeland, memories that tormented her until her death.

    My parents met Alma early in 1970, soon after her husband died and she had moved to Werrington, Penrith. With no grandchildren, life had little meaning for her at that point.

    My parents were also going through a time of isolation. They were starting a new life at the St Marys Lutheran Parish in Sydney and had no parents nearby. (My mum’s mum had died in December 1966 and her dad in December 1971. My dad's mum died in January 1972). As my mum says about Alma , "We adopted each other". She regarded my mum as her daughter and would send her a card on Mother’s Day. She also adopted me and my older sister as her grandchildren and would babysit us regularly, knit rugs for us and care for us as her own. I always knew her as Grandma Gertz.

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    My family’s relationship with Grandma Gertz continued long after we moved away from Sydney . I remember she visited us in our new home in rural NSW in 1984, where this photo was taken with me and my younger sister, Krysta. I don’t recall having much contact with her personally in the years after that but know that she suffered severe dementia in her last few years and eventually did not recognise anyone. Her latter years were spent at Edinglassies Retirement Village and Nursing Home at Emu Plains until her death. She was buried on 25 July 2006 , aged 92, after a funeral at St Paul 's Lutheran Church  at St Marys, Sydney .

    Apart from hearing from mum that she had died, the next contact I had with her was in the letter that came from the barrister’s office that day in October 2006. As any loving grandmother would do, she had left a little something to her grandchildren in her will. What she would never realize was that she had left me something much greater than $2000. For me, in that moment on that day in October 2006 standing in line at the post office that I realized I was holding my much dreamed of book in my hands.

    The next two months went by quickly. I chose my favourite 80 cartoons, put them in the order they would go in the book, wrote the intro and the wayfinder pages and got it all on disk to the designer. By December 15, 2006 , I was holding a copy of ‘Gone Astray: A Collection of (Sac)Religious Cartoons by Jim’ in my hands. I had my Christmas present to give to family and friends. But more than that, I had received a present from this dear old soul, Alma Gertz.

    My mum says Grandma Gertz would have been so thrilled to know that her gift was used in this way, and I guess that’s enough for me. I wish I could have got to know her better and told her what it meant for me to be able to produce that book. Since its publication, Gone Astray has received some great reviews and sold a few hundred copies in New Zealand and around the world. Beyond that though, it has become a great business card and opened many doors for me. I’m now cartooning for four magazines in New Zealand , and have the confidence to approach many more with this book in hand. Without Alma Gertz, it perhaps would never have come into being. And for that I will be eternally grateful to her.

    Thanks Grandma.

    Alma Gertz, 1914 – 2006

  • Nice hat

    Nice hat

    23 June 2008

    Ever heard of a singer called Joseph Arthur? Probably not. He's one of those gloriously obscure singers who doesn't seem to care how "huge" he is, but just keeps developing his art, releasing album after superb album of the most beautiful, soulful music I have ever heard. Prolific. That's the word. Not only is he releasing four EPs and a full length album this year, after releasing two last year, there always seem to be new songs appearing on movie soundtracks and on his web site. Now I see he's creating an ongoing, ever growing never ending album of music on another web site. And it's all gold. I feel a massive wave of love every time I hear it. I can hardly express how much it affects me. Reminds me of Jack Spong's motto, "Love wastefully." Joe plays 'wastefully'. He's amazing. Then I stop and look at my cartoon output. Seems a bit sparse in comparison. I'm not prolific. I know some famous writers were prolific (eg. Victor Hugo writing 90 pages of prose a day, including the masterpiece 'Les Miserables', vs. Harper Lee, 'To Kill a Mockingbird'. One great book, and call it a day.) All I can hope is that when I do squeeze a cartoon out, it's been worth the ink. Even if it isn't, I can still listen to Joseph Arthur while I draw! Now, go check out his web site! http://www.josepharthur.com

    "Religion is a gimmick; We want back the God they stole." (Joseph Arthur, All of Our Hands)

     

  • Endings

    23 June 2008

    One movie (or should I say, two movies) that I've been watching obsessively lately is (are) the superb apocalyptic thriller(s), 'I Am Legend'. When I saw the original theatrical release, I was left impressed - but slightly cold - at the bleak concluding dichotomous vision of an unredeemable humanity infected by rage, and a minority hiding behind a giant wall holding onto a potentially vain hope of survival guided by God and guns. However, thanks to double-disc special edition box sets, I saw an alternate version (vision?) of the movie. All it took was three minutes of an alternate ending and every scene in that movie meant something different. It was more hopeful, and at the same time, less hopeful. I liked it better, although something about it made me like it less. If you've seen both versions, you'll know what I'm talking about. I still don't know which I prefer, but what I do know is that each says something completely different because of those very different conclusions. Endings, like punchlines, are important. They can retroactivate meaning throughout an entire narrative; so you've got to think about how you end. It can mean the difference between making sense and not making enough sense, communicating or confusing for the sake of it; perhaps even between dying and really living.


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  • Sustainability

    8 May 2008

    I got up early today to watch a news segment that I had helped set up for a client whose business is sustainability. (An aside, for those who don't know ... Cartoonist is my dream job, but PR is my day job!) The segment was last item on the news, so while I was waiting for it to come on, I channel surfed and came across a programme by a televangelist called Creflo A. Dollar. (Yikes!) Skipped back to the sustainability. Nothing yet. Skipped back to Creflo. (Eek!) Back to sustainability. Still waiting. Creflo. Sustainability. Creflo. Sustainability. The lines were getting blurry. Then, I remembered I'd done this cartoon a while back. Sort of sums it all up I reckon.

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    Watched the news about sustainability. All good. Went back to bed.

  • 28 April 2008

  • Here we are

    15 April 2008

    OK. Here we are. The bizarre world of blogs. Don't mind me while I just get a few lines down to start with. Thanks for visiting my site, and rest assured that future posts here are going to be more interesting than this, and probably even feature a few new cartoons that I've been doing lately.

    In the meantime, please send me an email through my contact page, especially if you would like to be added to my email / newsletter / update thingy (another beast which is yet to take form.) Oh yeah, and while you're here, don't forget to purchase a copy of my outrageously hilarious book, Gone Astray (if you haven't already!)

    Thanks for visiting, and stay tuned for more!

    Ciao, Jim.

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