In the days leading up to and back down from Christmas (Christmas is a hill), I set time aside (one hour each day) from work-drawing to produce a set of ten… what? Cartoons without captions; little vignettes; absurdist situations; nano-fiction illustrated? Relaxed, no matter, I drew whatever scenario came to mind; closing that same mind to whatever had been drawn before. I’ve briefly played with titling each one, and even connecting them to make a tale, of sorts – yet know I want to avoid the titter-clever captioning, as I like them best, I think, as a series of unknown illustrations: cartoons without captions.
Here is a selection of the ten, beginning with my favourite, I think; in which a scary-looking aged priest bids the seat cushion on a bus to rise up… rise up!