Showing posts with label Kevin Wildermuth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kevin Wildermuth. Show all posts

Saturday, March 23, 2019

Cryogenic Comix # 22

Cryogenic Comix # 22
Copyright (c) 2019 Steve Willis

The drawings are felt tip on thin bond, probably drawn in the first half of 1980.

This recent acquisition of the lost mountain of comix work that I am posting really ties the room together. For years I often wondered what happened to my drawings between the publication of Mythic Residue (1978)

https://mortydog.blogspot.com/2011/01/mythic-residue.html

and the 1980-1982 drawings for Assorted Thoughts on Insanity (1982)

https://mortydog.blogspot.com/search/label/Assorted%20Thoughts%20on%20Insanity

As you can see, Morty the Bear continues to show up.




















Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Outside In # 5






1st edition, 1983, 150 copies on white cardstock.

2nd edition, January 1984, 20 copies on white cardstock.

3rd edition, 1984. Seattle, Washington : Starhead Comix, regular stock white paper.

Max Haynes, Rollin Marquis, Julian Ross, Bob X, Marc Myers, Lynn Hansen, Kevin Wildermuth.

Rollin and mail-artist Julian have both vanished from the comix network radar, but I always enjoyed their work. Marc's self-portrait as an Easter Island carving is one of my favorite pieces by him. Haynes, Bob X, and Wildermuth produced images that are classic examples of their styles. Non-artist Hansen surprised me by participating and his self-port has contributed to the enigma he behind.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Retreads 12














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

Trivia:

Page 3: Hey, you draw cartoons! Draw a cartoon for our boss who is leaving. And make it look like Calvin and Hobbes. We need it in 45 minutes.

Page 13: The Mona Lisa rubber stamp was made by Kevin Wildermuth.

Page 17: It appears Maximum Traffic took a Morty Comix drawing and enhanced it into a minicomic cover. He also provided the caption for the white buffalo images I sent him.

Page 20, panel 1: A quote from Bob Dole's speech at the 1996 Republican Convention. The thing I always liked about Dole is that he was a mean-spirited, cranky old S.O.B. who always mentioned himself in the third person. And winning new voters to his base was apparently not important to him as he insulted major chunks of the American demographic with obvious glee. I particularly enjoyed watching Dole and Steve Forbes during the 1996 primary season debates, quite the comedy team.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Dogtown Zoo # 1





































OK, here's the screwy deal with the first three editions of this title. They all have the same info on page [2] of the cover: "First and final edition of 60 copies printed in Seattle and Olympia, Wash." But that is, in actual fact as we understand it in this plane of existence, not true.

1st edition, June or July 1982, Seattle and Olympia, Washington, 60 copies, blue cover, enlarged digest size. This was published during the time I moved from Seattle to Oly. I don't remember where it was printed, but the job was so bad I basically discarded most copies and started over. I think I went down a few streets in Oly and just stuck them in people's mail or newspaper boxes at random. Today this edition is one of the harder-to-find books I've published.

[2nd edition], 1982, Olympia, Washington, 30 copies, white cover, enlarged digest size.

[3rd edition], 1982, Olympia, Washington, 30 copies, white cover, enlarged digest size. Indistinguishable from the 2nd edition.

Print-on-demand, 1996 (reprint series), unknown number of copies, regular digest size.

1st Danger Room Reprint Edition, July 2005, 5 copies, yellow cover, regular digest size.

Page 5, panel 3: Another reference to Olympia's newspaper, The Daily Olympian. I think they changed their title to just The Olympian about the time I drew this comic. Who knows, maybe one of those blue cover editions found it's way to the owners of the paper and they decided it was time to change their name as a result of this snarky little detail in the story!

Page 9, panel 1: I always loved that leprosy scab joke, ever since I was a kid.

Page 10, panel 5: Based on Albert Camus, The Stranger, I think.

Page 11, panel 1: "Squirmy Eyed Q-Ball" is an insult my brother came up with and I have employed numerous times in my comix.

Page 12, panel 3: "Unga" was a comic sound my old friend (and comic art fan) Rex Munger used frequently.

Page 15, panel 4: Batum and Schrag are two small hamlets in eastern Washington State.

Page 17: If I don't use the long fadeout, then I'm concluding a story with Morty on the sax. Sorta tiresome after awhile if you ask me.

Page 18, panel 3: In addition to the obligatory "NRA" and "Reagan 80" stickers the others say: "We've been to Humptulips, WA," "Falwell for Prez," "Mukey River, Ioway," "Winooski, Vermont" (I used to drive a taxicab in neighboring Burlington. Sometimes I'd take drunks home from a certain bar in Winooksi. A female bartender would assist a few of these patrons to the car. In just a few years, by a weird coincidence, the bartender and I met again in Puget Sound country, where we were both librarians!).

Another bumpersticker, "Wildermuth Caves, Mo." is in honor of Missouri native (now Seattle resident) and conceptual artist Kevin Wildermuth. Speaking of bumper stickers, he made one that declared "I'd rather be masturbating" and proudly placed it on his rear bumper. While this was on his car I rode with him from Oly to Seattle. The response from the other motorists is worth an entire article.

Page 23: Another early version of the Big G.

Page 25: Apparently Prof. Verner Von Vernervon was a character I used a several comix in the early 1980s.

Page 27, panel 1: I think the fellow with the beard is Dean True, a friend from college days. There's probably a story behind his quote, "Avacados are too expensive to mash into your face," but I have no memory of why I included that.

The title of this comic has a little history. Around 1980 I got into a drinking contest with a Scandinavian guy in a Spokane bar. He was a fellow houseguest of some friends. I can only recall that I didn't lose. Anyway, the next morning we both accompanied our hosts on a little field trip, to an area they called Dogtown. And we stopped and looked through the fence at a small private zoo. In my hungover state I mumbled "Dogtown Zoo," but it took a couple years to surface in print.