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I’ve drawn fan art before. If you scroll down this here bloggatron, you’ll come across renderings of various musical persons and beat pop combos of whom I am a fan. There are a few drawings of authors I love in the older posts, too. However, this is the first time I’ve ever drawn fan art of someone else’s comic book work.

The monster-whupping figure above is Chloe Noonan, and she can be found whupping monsters in a series of brilliant independent comics by Marc Ellerby. You can find out more via his site here.

As we’re on the subject of firsts, that’s the first time I’ve used the verb whup. I won’t be doing it again. Whoop.

Here’s my suitably spooktacular cover for today’s Phoenix Comic, which you can buy all over the place, see?

I had great fun doing this one, especially the pay-off on the inside front cover ‘Welcome’ page. Who ya gonna call?

Quick! Whilst the sun’s out (oops, it’s gone again) and everyone is feeling sporty, here’s the front cover of tomorrow’s issue of The Phoenix Comic, rustled up by yours truly. In addition to the usual subscription stuff I keep bashing on about, you can buy it in Waitrose shops nationwide (every shop has a supply: if they’ve sold out, ask them to stock more!) and from these lovely bookshops.

Ker-sploosh!

It’s all in the timing.

Part of my weekly contribution to The Phoenix Comic is what we call the Welcome slot. It’s where my characters say “hello” to the readers every week. Occasionally, we decide to make the Welcome slot tie-in with a real-world event. Recently, the Welcome slot has been given: a splash of right royal river pageantry; a Wimbledon-esque centre court slant; a rush of Marathon madness; and a Grand Prix-referencing whiff of petrol.

Coming up soon is the fourth of the images above, making subtle, LOCOG-friendly reference to a certain large sporting event. That’s right, the 2012 World Hula Championships.

You know, for kids.

Bloomin’ heck, it’s all kicking off over at The Phoenix Comic.

The editorial offices have been infested with spooks, ghouls, ghasts, ghosts and other assorted spectral ne’er-do-wells. Quincey Trowel (the in-house boffin, see previous post) stepped in with his patented Ghoul-Go© spray, with limited success. So when the aggressive afterlifers made a move on the Phoenix Feather Vault, luck would have it that editor extraordinaire Tabs Inkspot was on hand to battle them off with an magical Ice Blue Phoenix Feather.

Fortunately, I was on hand too, and was able to capture the image above (which appears in this weekend’s edition of the comic, issue 20).

And if none of the above makes any sense whatsoever, you really should be subscribing. You can buy one here, too, if you fancy trying out a single issue. It’s spooky how brilliant it is.

More work for The Phoenix Comic! (Sorry indie kids: more Ticket Stubs gig drawings are in the pipeline.)

This time, the good folks at Phoenix HQ asked me to tackle that Holy Grail of comics pagination: the centre spread. Gulp. As I’d already made a few Meet the Team drawings of my editorial characters, we agreed that the centre spread of Issue 16 would be a perfect opportunity to introduce more of the team: this time, the Workers.

I’d already decided that I wanted to show the worker dudes operating some kind of high-tech, shiny, slightly clunky comic-making device, having been inspired by these amazing magazine covers at the London Transport Museum. Behold the retro-future loveliness:

Here’s my initial Post-It note sketch of the machine: The Silver Lining Think-bubble Generator. It does exactly what it says on the tin.

And here’s my slightly more worked-up sketchbook version.

Based on the two shonky sketches above, and fueled by a desire to make something red and shiny, I then decided to roughly plan the Silver Lining in Adobe Illustrator. This helped keep the curves smooth and the lines straight. Next I stuck the basic Illustrator keyline drawing on a lightbox and traced the machine: I don’t want my drawings to be too clean. I enjoy the splodgy, uneven line that the Pentel Brush pen gives me. Next I added another layer of paper (cheap, slightly textured stuff from Cass Art) on the lightbox and added the Workers themselves: Big Dave, Jemima Grizzlehorn, Gustav Shootzenleaves, Jock Nutshell, Joe Bananas and Quincey Trowel (resident boffin at The Phoenix Comic).

Here’s the end result, complete with annotations added in Illustrator:

And here are a couple of close-up details.

Hope you like it.

Up the workers!

Terrible, dastardly deeds are afoot over in Phoenix Comic land.

If you’re a reader you’ll know all about the sneaky owl Barnaby (Barney) Knowles; about how he framed mild-mannered sub editor Chops Piggerton; about how it turns out that it was Barnaby who stole the magical Phoenix feathers all along. And if you’ve got this weekend’s Issue 10, you’ll know that the bad bird has half-inched the Phoenix Comic’s own time machine and scarpered with the feathery loot.

And if you don’t know about any of this, perhaps it’s time you subscribed. That way you won’t feel embarrassed when dinner party conversation inevitably turns to the saga of the time traveling, feather stealing, beaked baddy and you don’t know what anyone is on about. Think on.

I’ve posted my drawings above, which chronicle the Barnaby Knowles saga to date. Just to keep you in the loop(y).

Man alive. I knew that the weekly issues of The Phoenix Comic would come around quickly once we got into the flow, but this is reeee-diculous! Issue Six is in the shops now, with an amazing cover by dino-supremo Neill Cameron. My usual Welcome page shenanigans are in there too, as well as the drawing above of Phoenix Newshounds, Mr Bruno Barker and Ms Iris Hasselblad. Meanwhile, I’m beavering away on Issue Eleven! I know! I’m having the time of my life and expect to come up for air some time around St Swithin’s Day.

Before I crack open the pencil case once more, here’s a quick look at the working process for my Welcome page illustration for Issue Two; from scratchy pencils, to wobbly inks (Pentel brush pen and Kuretake Fudegokochi), to fully coloured-up Photoshop file. Not sure where Ellie Waggins appeared from on the right: she has habit of sneaking in like that…

Guess what? Back to bloomin’ Camden. But this time to the slightly more salubrious and less sticky-carpeted Jazz Café, where Wheel, DMH and I saw the Bard of Salford, John Cooper Clarke. So here he is. If anything, I’ve toned down his hair slightly.

I’ll leave you with a word from Johnny. A haiku, in fact:

To convey one’s mood
In seventeen syllables
Is very diffic


I’ve been a bit quiet for a while, blog-wise. That’s because, in addition to lovely, challenging design and brand projects for the stern but fair task-masters at Together Design, I’ve been drawing stuff for a comic. And not just any comic. I’m talking about The Phoenix Comic, a new, fantastic, story-crammed, character-packed, fizzingly eye-popping weekly comic for children. It launches in January 2012. It’s going to be amazing. Read all about it here.

I can’t say anything else at the moment, as it’s all pretty hush-hush and under-wraps in the secret underground Phoenix HQ bunker, somewhere in Oxford. What I can say is that the simian mobile disco above is one of the characters I’m in the process of illustrating. His name is Joe Bananas and his job title is Speech Bubble Technician. Now leave him alone. He’s got a comic to build.

I could have drawn one of many brilliant things I saw this weekend; Grace Jones hula-hooping; The Hives expectorating wildly; Wayne Coyne firing green lasers out of his ginormous rubber hands… but in the end, it had to be Jarvis. Or Beardyjarv 2.0, as it turned out, when Sheffield’s finest sleaze pop legends played their uber gig in Hyde Park on Sunday, high-kicking and elbow-jutting back into our hearts. So here he is, that lanky get out of the Pulp band.

In a break from normal mattbaxter.org protocol (calm down at the back), here’s a drawing of an upcoming gig, rather than one I’ve just been to. The Flaming Lips, Oklahoma’s finest psychedelic noise pop experimentalists, are playing at Ally Pally at the end of the month, and Katy and I can’t wait. If past experience is anything to go by, the first five minutes alone will include confetti cannons, nudity, aliens, rabbits, nuns, giant space balls and huge tunes.