Cartoon Blog

  • 27 June 2014

    Zombie Love
  • 17 June 2014

    Club Rex
  • 5 June 2014

  • May the Fourth

    10 May 2014

    May the Fourth



    Yeah, I know we are now a week past Star Wars Day (ie. May the 4th) but this one only came to me a few days later. 

    If you're a Star Wars fan, I hope you enjoy it. If you're not, you should check out this documentary. You'll understand it on a whole other level then. 

    May the Fourth be with you all! 




  • 2 May 2014

  • Easter Dreggs

    18 April 2014

    Easter Dreggs


    For the past few years at Easter, I’ve done an Easter cartoon. Some have been more humorous than others, but all have tended to fall on the ‘dark side’ of humour. See here and here for two examples.

    For this year’s Easter cartoon, I decided to go decidedly dark. And for good reason.

    When I was young, the strongest experiences I had of Easter were the dark moments that infused the traditions of my religious upbringing: the Stations of the Cross, Passover Feasts, Stripping of the Altar services, and early morning dawn services that always began in darkness. They were powerful and emotive experiences, and fed me spiritually at that time in my life.  While we also had Easter eggs, they always came after the church bit.

    Although I’ve long abandoned my traditional faith, this year, for some reason, seeing all the Easter eggs in stores hit me more keenly than other years. While I certainly don’t mind a bit of chocolate, and acknowledge they have a vague connection with the ‘new life’ concept that churches tout, there is something inherently tacky about them that repulses me. The commercial preoccupation with these shiny, sickly-sweet chocolate eggs sucks any real meaning out of Easter for me; as do the kind of sickly sweet mega-church versions of Christianity that I still see (mostly) dominating in modern Christian expression. Hence the cartoon.

    I’m in no position to preach anything to Christians however, so I’ll let others more eloquent writings do that. This piece from George Armstrong says what needs to be said pretty well.

    Anyway, rant over. Happy Easter everyone! 


  • 12 April 2014

    Sweet Darkness
  • 7 April 2014

    Crossing Bridges
  • Westboro

    21 March 2014



    With the passing of Rev Fred Phelps Sr today, it seemed fitting to dig up this very old cartoon of mine, drawn at some point back in the 1990s around the time I first heard about the Westboro Baptist Church. Looking back on the cartoon now, I note that I couldn't bring myself to depict that most memorable and hateful of signs that this "church" always waved at their protests. 

    Quite appropriately however, I've added some colour to what was, until now, just a black and white picture. It's reflective of the two points of view at odds here, funnily enough. That is, black and white thinking, as opposed to an acceptance that the world is a rainbow spectrum of different people with different beliefs and different sexual identities. 

    It's comforting to know that while the memory of the hate inflicted by this man and his "church" - which they would describe as "Christian love" - may live on, the hate itself is slowly dying a bit more every day in this world. If nothing else it has turned more people away from such hate, and toward a greater acceptance of all humanity, so that's something - strangely - to be grateful for. 

    Rest in peace, Fred Phelps. May your hate rest in pieces. 



  • Execution

    8 March 2014



    I've been listening lately to a lot of comedy by Bill Hicks, partly to commemorate the 20th anniversary of his death, but mostly because he's still so damn funny. 

    If you know anything about his comedy, you may agree with me in thinking he would have appreciated this cartoon.

    RIP Bill Hicks. Thanks for all the wisdom and the laughs. 

  • 16 February 2014

    Religious Asillynation
  • 21 January 2014

  • 9 January 2014

    The Zeitgeist
  • 24 December 2013

  • 18 December 2013

  • Same Old Story

    10 December 2013

    Same Old Story



    Well, it's almost Christmas time again. For those that know my feelings about the Yuletide season, you'll recognise that's me on the right.
    So far this year, I haven't felt any different than I usually do. I still cringe at Christmas carols, bristle at tinsel and avoid the gaze of the creepy Santa Claus on the facade of the Whitcoulls building in Auckland city centre. The non-stop grinding commercialism is wholly depressing, in spite of the 'delightful' veneer.
    The biblical Christmas story inevitably gets caught up in that crassness, which is unfortunate, because that's really the only part that has any meaning, for me anyway. Here's an article from one theologian who addresses the issues around this exceptionally well.  
    The non-theist Christian in me recognises the biblical Christmas story as early Christian writers trying to come to terms with the person of Jesus that they encountered as an adult, attributing supernatural circumstances around his birth befitting one perceived to be the Son of God.
    At the same time, the cartoonist in me loves the pure ridiculousness of the story with its travelling stars, hosts of angels and bizarre characters. Over the coming fortnight I'll be posting a few more such cartoons, which I hope will help connect you more to the real meaning of Christmas, rather than the manufactured glop that will continue its bombardment over the coming weeks.
    Meanwhile, Nelson Mandela died this week. There have been many cartoon tributes to this great man published already so I don't think I could anything profound – cartoon-wise – to what's already out there. However, it certainly has been on my mind, not coincidentally for the fact that we are about to celebrate the birth and life of another revolutionary figure.
    There's no doubt that the life of Nelson Mandela created a turning point in human history, and it would be fascinating to see how he is remembered in 2000 years from now. There will be many songs at his funeral this week and I would not be surprised if there are still songs sung about him in millennia to come. Who knows? Mandela Day may become as significant a celebration as Christmas.
    Surviving 27 years in prison and emerging to go on to defeat a dehumanising societal system and lead a nation, while inspiring millions across the planet to learn from his example should surely qualify for an annual festival of peace and goodwill to all.
    In any case, I hope you find your own meaning of Christmas over the coming fortnight, and I'll look forward to sharing a few more cartoons that connect with that.

  • Pun Love III

    2 December 2013

    Pun Love III



    One of the joys of cartooning is realising you've hit on an idea completely unexpectedly in the midst of an everyday conversation. The above cartoon is such an example, and so my 13-year old son Ari deserves a co-writing credit for it. 

    We're still slowly working on launching his own cartoon site at some point in the future, but for the moment, check out some more of Ari's own cartoons here, here and here



  • Messed Up

    4 November 2013

    Messed Up


    It might not be immediately obvious, but the above cartoon is a small homage to one of my favourite musicians of all time; Lou Reed, one of the founding members of the Velvet Underground, and an accomplished solo artist in his own right, who died last week aged 71.

    The first Lou Reed song I ever remember hearing was 'Dirty Boulevard' from his 1989 album 'New York'. As a pastor's kid who had grown up immersed in church culture, the lyrics of that song about poverty and degradation on a New York street were a million miles away from anything even remotely familiar to my own experience (read them here, if you don't know them.) But together with the simple, driving three-chord blues rock tune it resonated with me in a way that few songs before that had. Its music and message was raw truth, and it sounded awesome.
    Lou himself was a bit messed up because of the electro-shock therapy he was given as a teenager to try and 'cure' his bisexuality. As a result, his songs were often messed up – lyrically, thematically and musically – be it the cacophonous noise generated by the Velvet Underground in my favourite song of theirs, 'Heroin', or his downright bizarre album 'Metal Machine Music – right up to the much derided collaborative project 'Lulu' that Lou recorded with metal band Metallica (a five star record in my opinion.)
    His music was never perfect, and that's the way Lou liked it. He could be noisy, or tender, or straight-up cool, but there was always that core of truth that resonated in his music; life is messed up, but it can also be beautiful.
    I will miss hearing new music from Lou Reed, but I will always savour that which he did provide in his time on this earth. Here's to Lou, and the beautiful messy music he created.   
  • 17 October 2013

    The Kraken
  • The Lorde

    13 October 2013

    The Lorde


    The day after Lorde's song 'Royals' had hit number one on the US Billboard charts, I was walking down the main street of Auckland's city centre and saw a street evangelist standing a few metres away from a news stand that had the headline about Ella Yelich-O'Connor's success on it.
    He was handing out copies of a CD about how to get "saved", and he seemed to be having a tough day, because unlike Lorde's song, no-one seemed to want his CD about "the Lord" that day.
    I've since had a chat with the guy. His message was pretty much what I expected: "You must accept Jesus as your personal Lord and saviour if you want to go to heaven." Also, evolution is wrong, homosexuals are militant deviants and the End of Days is just around the corner.
    I know there is really no point suggesting to someone with the arrogance to preach such a banal, flawed worldview on a street corner that their views and approach might be worth some serious re-evaluation, but as a former fundamentalist myself, I put a word in his ear about it anyway. He said he would pray for me.
    Meanwhile, Lorde is still at number one on the music charts and millions are getting to appreciate her unusually thoughtful, fresh, existential lyrics and the soothing beats that accompany them. I'm one of them.
    Lord, save us from the banality of fundamentalism. Lorde, save us from the banality of modern pop music. 




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