Art For Art’s Sake #383: Life Is A Glorious Cycle Of Song, A Medley Of Extemporania

by Richard Bruton

Well, it’s Saturday, so that must mean that it’s time for another look around all that is great in comics art — yep, it’s Art For Art’s Sake …

Mike Collins — Sketch done for the owner of a Thai restaurant, a big Tintin fan, so it seems.

John McCrea — Hitman

Brian Bolland

Paulo Rivera

Jose Luis Garcia-Lopez — the bat and the cat

Jamie Hernandez – portraits from Queen of the Ring: Wrestling Drawings

Marc Laming — Lt Blueberry

And then, of course, Moebius, Blueberry …

Enki Bilal

Colleen Doran

P Craig Russell — Bat and Ivy

Darwyn Cooke — homage to Wonder Woman #108 (1959) cover by Ross Andru and Mike Esposito

And the original – Wonder Woman #108 (1959) cover by Andru and Esposito

Damien Scott — Absolute Batman

Tim Bradstreet – Absolute Batman

Steve Ditko – Spidey

Peach Momoko — Black Cat

Steve White — Anderson vs Satanus

Julian Totino Tedesco — Zatanna

Dan Mora

Mouse Guard — David Petersen

Jacques Tardi — Adele Blanc Sec

Tom Gauld

Mike Collins — Joker

Paul Gulacy — Daredevil and the Black Widow

Matthieu Bonhomme — Lucky Luke

And of course, Morris, Lucky Luke

Babs Tarr — Catwoman Uncovered #1

I will go to my grave swearing this: that some of Alan Moore‘s finest works come with his audio performances, many of them clustered around, and after, his 40th birthday decision to announce himself as a wizard. These essential works, his workings, should be essential reading/listening for you all. Just go on a YouTube search for them. But, to get you started, here’s his Highbury Working …

But before all that, Moore wrote various songs, all of them worth listening to. You can find a hell of a lot of them online. You do need to go look, and listen.

Case in point, Me and Dorothy Parker:

‘When my thumbs both started aching, I just sat down by the road,
To read the newspapers I’d got stuffed in my shoes.
I had a double-barrelled twelve-gauge, and a long red leather coat,
And a phone number in Cleveland, but I was not certain whose.

And so I didn’t see the car pull up; I heard the brake pads squeal;
It was an Oldsmobile as hot and black as sin.
And there she sat behind the wheel, she said, “you look just how I feel.”
She said, “My name’s Dorothy Parker,” and she told me to get in.’