A very reflective General Wolfe reciting his favourite deathly poem: Elegy in a Country Churchyard
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A very reflective General Wolfe reciting his favourite deathly poem: Elegy in a Country Churchyard
The first page from Old Wounds. Soon to appear in 3x3 Illustration Annual No. 12!
The Epic of Everest (full movie). A remarkable film record of the legendary Everest expedition of 1924, newly restored by the BFI National Archive.
People have always written in books, marking them with marginalia, dates, names, plates, crests and symbols. So books not only preserve history but become part of it
Interesting account of James Wolfe’s copy of Thomas Gray’s “Elegy in a Country Churchyard.”
"I tell everybody that [George Mallory] went up Everest in a tweed jacket, but he didn’t really. What happened was that he kept a tweed jacket in his rucksack and whenever someone took a photo, he put it on as the gentleman he was." - Nigel Cabourn
A bit from a short story we’re working on about the obsessive first attempts to summit Everest.
A spread from The Many Deaths of Wolfe (still in production). After Benjamin West’s 1770 smash hit ‘The Death of General Wolfe.’
Bjoern Arthurs and Zachary Abram met in a Toronto kindergarten classroom in the early 90s. Bjoern’s deft skills at finger-painting and papier-mâché would indicate that he would always be an artist, while Zac’s tendency to get lost in books would indicate that he would always be underemployed.
Throughout elementary school, Zac and Bjoern would fight over who got to read the tattered and dog-eared French language comic books that were strewn around the classroom. An enduring love for the medium was born in the hearts of both boys in that grimy public school.
Since those halcyon days, Bjoern has become an OCAD-trained award winning artist and an in-demand freelance illustrator whose work has appeared in magazines and journals at home and abroad. He lives and draws in Atlanta. Zac’s addiction to books only worsened and he’s currently a doctoral candidate in English/Canadian Studies at the University of Ottawa, where he’s trying to desperately finish his dissertation on Canadian war novels. His academic writing and fiction has appeared in scholarly journals, books, and magazines. He lives and writes in Montreal.
Though their lives diverged after those heady school days, our two heroes would meet up at least once a year to discuss which comics and graphic novels they had read in the past year. These conversations usually started over coffee and ended over beer. Their debates over the relative merits of Daniel Clowes, Seth, Chester Brown, and Chris Ware, were as heated as a conversation can get between old friends. Finally, after years as professional appreciators, Bjoern suggested that they take action and create their own comic. Zac was delighted because he has always wanted to tell Bjoern what to draw.
This blog is a running record of their process.
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