Showing posts with label Loafers Magazine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Loafers Magazine. Show all posts

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Retreads 13














1st edition, December 2005, 25 copies, white cover, regular digest size.

Trivia:

Cover, etc.: There are several images here from the final Morty Comix of the 20th century. Some of them were drawn in Kent, Columbus, and Worthington, Ohio during a business trip in November 1999. Interesting these should surface as I prepare to visit the Buckeye State again next month, but this time for fun-- SPACE!

Page 7: This was an unfinished story originally comprised of perhaps 4 pages. After I decided not to complete the thing I turned it into a Morty Comix.

Page 11: The gentleman with the flute is a portrait of John Barcellona and was used on a poster for an Olympia, Washington concert.

Page 12-13: A guide to Morty Comix originally compiled for OlyBlog.

Page 16-17: Clay Geerdes talked me into interviewing myself, but obviously I wasn't really in the mood at the time.

Page 20: In addition to this newspaper ad I also painted a big sign in color for Salt Creek Farm that had the same basic design as this panel. You can find the owners of this farm on pages 21-23 of How Two Ex-Presidents Went Up My Nose.

Pages 22-23: I miss Loafers in hardcopy and enjoyed drawing covers for them.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

To Touch the Face of Larry






First published in 1998, probably in August or September, 35 copies on cardstock (19 green, 16 yellow).

The 2nd ed., which was published a month or so later, had 15 copies on cardstock (14 grey, 1 blue). There is no edition statement.

The 1st Danger Room Reprint Ed. of June 2005 consisted of 5 blue cardstock copies.

In 2006 the story was posted both on OlyBlog and Loafers Magazine.

It was drawn with a #1 lead pencil.

I'm very fond of this one. The concept came from Ann Hartman, a fellow McClearyite who told me her sister Ruth always imagined God to look like her Larry Fine (of the Three Stooges) hand puppet. So I took it from there and brought that idea to it's natural conclusion.

And just so you know, I like Curly but Shemp rules, man. Shemp smoked cigars and had a son named Morty.