Wednesday, June 30, 2010

ALTERNATIVE COMICS


HEY APATHY! Alternative Comics



The G20 has come and gone leaving little trace of having ever existed asides from a large quantity of indecipherable youtube videos, a couple of way, way, way, back page stories of human rights violation and a lot of disgruntled civilians recently released from the “Torontonamo” detainment facilities. The entire experience has culminated as a distasteful confusion that has amounted to little. It would appear that the summit has determined means of saving our worlds finances while the streets are barren and a strange air taints the public. For the most part everything is back to normal and the machine grinds on despite the attempted refute. I myself feel drained and distracted and can’t even believe my own eyes nor my words. The entire situation has painted a grim picture of humanity and government and psychological manipulation. I only wish there was a better way and that people could organize themselves, and I have to wonder how many protestors are now safely at home drinking corporate coffee and eating mass produced food-stuff because they can’t really afford to buy fair trade or organic. ( 700 grams of sugar/corn oil and peanuts is cheaper than 150 grams of peanuts alone?)  Myself, I’m going to stop researching the unobtainable and return to my own brand of protest, writing stories, drawing pictures, and learning new words ( I made a list of 200 words long forgotten and secretly hide them in the sands of a children's playground  this morning). Everything I saw and attempted to correlate throughout all the chaos was as fictitious as a movie in light of harsher realities. That is not to say that I’ll bury these occurrences in the back of my heart like the news has buried them on the back page. No instead I will draw upon my intuitive eye witness and transmute these emotions as reference and evidence for things I already know and have been dealing with for a long time.The real villains still lurk like literature devouring monstrosities corrupting innocent minds and perpetuating strange ideologies, so I will attempt to let my disoriented infusion of angered love for all peoples continue to manifest as comics for kids. After all I believe that there is much hope for the future and that future lies only in the minds of the young. ( You've got to believe in something when the world is unbelievable... HEY APATHY!)



Tuesday, June 29, 2010

ALTERNATIVE COMICS G20 Residuals

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G20 Residuals … So the so called riot has ended, the idiots in masks have vanished ( actually they are sitting peacefully in the parks bragging garbed in normal hippie street wear) and a lot of peaceful protestors have gathered to complain about their wrongful imprisonment over the weekend. As a result of the G20 exodus the police presence has finally subsided right? WRONG they are still here!!! I have seen almost as many cops, though mostly in squad cars, scavenging the city all freaking day. In fact there are currently 15 cruiser’s parked outside of my studio guarding a pub celebrating the world cup. This particular bar has been partying for weeks with good fun dancing, music, beer, plastic trumpets and flags but not once prior to the G20 protest did any officer take notice. Today they are walled in by our boys in black. I admit the cops look foolish, some of them were even in mild celebration over the football game, but they are looking for trouble an in excess of the norm. To me this is actually scarier than the entirety of last week because it would appear that Toronto has just slipped itself unnoticed a step further towards a real police state. I was just profiled again because my clothes are all black even though the summit is over and the intensity of the protests have all but entirely passed.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Alternative Comics G20 monsters...

 
HEY APATHY! Alternative Comics

G20 has passed and left it's intolerable mark on our city and worse than the broken windows and cop cars is our ( the peoples) damaged rights and reputation.... Had there been no riot (which it really wasn't) and the excessive police force becomes a public issue, a few retarded black-bloc-heads and the PM is a world renowned saviour-genius demigod. Not a big conspiracy but certainly the more intelligent party has won. The arse’s causing trouble were really only a small faction of the event but who’s going to remember that when it has been rewritten otherwise by the almighty T.V. And yes I’ve done some investigating here in Toronto. I followed and listened in on some of these masked hoodlums on Saturday and have even identified at least one of the “radicals” as a regular local activist (normally a peaceful one) and I tell you they truly are little more than drunk trouble makers who I suspect are only frustrated because no one ever taught them to read. Yes the world sucks and there are a lot of things worth fighting for but this particular group was uneducated in all but the art of vandalism ignoramus. According to their conflicting signs they wanted to replace capitalism with socialism, communism, anarchy and cool masks.



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Sunday, June 27, 2010

Alternative Comics G20 is almost out of Toronto

After a long week of random interrogations and a heavy handed police presence the city of Toronto finally hit the protest in the streets this weekend. Though I’d seen nothing intimidating whatsoever from any protestor the imbeciles in black eventually showed up with vagrant and violent force. By Saturday night three cop cars had been ignited and some windows were smashed by small groups of moronic macho imbeciles under the guise of political cause. The television had a field day and I felt like I was living in a war zone, until I turned it off and went to see things for myself. The streets were certainly quiet but the bars were open and people were about. There was shopping on Queen West only a block from the flaming auto. The city was not in nearly as much of an uproar as the images made it seem and I could quickly gather that they were isolated and not reflective of the whole.


 The majority of the crowds were simple, musical and peaceful but the minority of vagrants simply put everyone at high risk. The cops stepped up security rounding up over 600 people who were mildly detained in makeshift prisons for a brief time. ( I bet they are all honoured by the capture and boast merrily about how much better they are than those who didn’t get caught). I saw cops arresting regular partiers as well as peaceful protestors which only helped make the matter more extraordinary in reports. However there was little excitement in the actual streets were most people stood apathetically in jest holding camera’s/ Lokk at the press footage twice and you’ll notice that the aggressive clips total in a number less than 10. Primarily the same two or three incidents were recycled over and over giving the effect of mass hysteria when the crazies were but a few. The other note worthy analysis is that in each scene of violence the crowds are not rowdy only spectators and the cops are nowhere to be seen. For all the billions of dollars spent to irritate Torontonians all week nothing could stop the all-mighty black-bloc-heads. In fact only a single report of the police preliminary actions fruited the seizure of questionable weaponry.


 I myself was searched four times but they never found a thing. On top of that the police, as frightening as the tele makes them look, seemed scared, confused, and disorganized bubbling around bothering innocent civilians. Even in their large grouped black line ups of sheild, clubs and helmits, I could see that they were people and some of them appeared baffled. Others seemed over zealous but either way they have a lot of brainwashing to do before these guys can hold their ground with the telepathic observer. Nevertheless the small, insignificant and utterly useless acts of violence have not only turned the politicians into heroes but they have initiated an argument for the induction of a military state. If you are trying to fight the NOW, wearing Halloween costumes and acting like the Prime Minister’s puppet is probably not going to help. In the short time after the cop car burned the arrests tripled and I saw with my own eyes that many of them had nothing to do with aggression or even protests but the detainment of innocent civilians was now justifiable in light of the idiots dressed in black.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

ALTERNATIVE COMICS G20 mayhem





 
HEY APATHY! When I last wrote in (yesterday) the word on the streets and on the television was chaos. I decided not to take everyone else’s word for it a strolled through the downtown core to see what was up. I saw the burning car and several lines of policemen but the crowds were really peaceful and even somewhat apathetic. There was a lot of joking and touristy cameras however the tension was not to comparable to the media description. The bars were all open and their were people in the community pool and the scariest thing around was the cops. I also found it difficult to locate the dozens of stores damaged and though many had been prepared with boarded windows I saw not the slightest sign of vandalism. Any way I wish those idiots hadn't given the news the proof they needed but in actuality the aggression seemed very isolated and not reflective of our city's state.




 

However the fuel provided by the instigators have given police license to arrest any one they want. The count is up to about 550 today consisting of both peaceful protestors, innocent bystanders and villains alike. More and more dutiful citizens are coming to words and actions against the heightened aggression of the cops. But what else could possibly be done for aren't a few hundred innocent arrests a small price to pay for un-shattered windows? The violence has justified a miniscule marshal law. Basically everywhere I've been since yesterday's events tells me that this whole ordeal is going accordingly to someone’s else’s plans.



 The week has been proving progressively totalitarian. It has been near impossible to move freely through out the streets. I have been surrounded, interrogated, searched on numerous occasions. The entire experience has seemed absurdly bizarre. Alas the week was silent but the things are finally revving up. The police cars are on fire, store fronts are being smashed and words like tear gas are happening and all over the television. Amazingly these broadcasts of terror and violence ( I’ve only seen three clips in endless repetition) are frequently interrupted by very civil and proper addresses from the summit. The prime minister is beaming as though the protests have only sweetened his prestige. The streets are full of hysteric proles while the kings have their luncheon and talk of the success of war!




The entire situation is quite perplexing. On the one hand our general rights have been revoked, the fate of the world is being decided behind an enormous fence and guard, and the obvious majority of people in our city today are in protest, but what is all of this going to solve? Judging from the entirely uninterrupted meeting within the convention center it would appear that the hopes of many have no effect what so ever on the power of few. I am proud that people have stood up but in doing so a few have stood out by instigating fires and attacking the police.






I am not a violent person in either thought or deed and can see little advantage to the hooliganism which is at this very moment ransacking small parts of the city. The random attacks have caused little more than small nuisances and the only people who have been hurt appear to be those involved in the protest. I witnessed a tele-capture of Queens Park, a beautiful landscaped university grounds a few blocks from my home, in which a horde of police officers were unloading all of their personal irreverence’s on the face of a young radical. However is there any other way to deal with rallies involving purely violent and aggressive members? Had our streets not been swept so intensely throughout the previous week would the violence not be ten fold? Well the news has only reported one successful seizure verses three annihilated police cars.


 

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Alternative Comics G20 from the streets...

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Today was a very quiet one in the neighbourhoods and main strips of downtown Toronto. The G20 has reaped a previously unheard of force of police security and surveillance through out the streets. Over the past few days I’ve encounter and been interrogated by numerous bike police. There are unmarked vans circle around all the parks and cop cars every few minutes. The city has really slowed down as both noticeable decrease can be scene in both pedestrian and automobile traffic. Today however was entirely uneventful. I strolled around and read in the park and not once did I witness or encounter any signs of official intervention.




There was, of course, for the first time this week a scuffle resulting in one of the most grotesque slapping noises I’d ever heard as a fist flew sluggishly, yet all powerful, into the face of an unsuspecting target. The two had been play fighting but the game obviously had escalated. It appeared to be over when the hard cheap shot came. Admitingly I’d taken alarm to these folk nearly an hour earlier but assumed that local security would get them first. I also knew half way through the fight exactly what was going to happen when the playing was done. These guys wreaked of trouble, though not in any relation to the protests of the summit, but alas there wasn’t a sole cop to be seen. I suppose the rally got out of hand because the foot patrol so demonously overwhelming Kensington and surrounding areas patrol of late was clearly called to another location…

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

ALTERNATIVE COMICS G20 lock down



The temperature is heating up and so is park security for G20. The city is under lock down in order to protect the palace summit. Yesterday was rainy and thus very quiet though on Monday I found myself surrounded and questioned on several occasions by bicycle officers dressed entirety in black. Today was unusually hot and humid and I once again encounter numerous of Toronto finest enveloping thee parks all around my neighbourhood. In fact there is such an unusual air about that I was reluctant and specific about which book would come with me to the park. The volume I was carrying on my last encounter had provoked several inquiries so as that I felt best not to carry anything that could be considered radical. Sounds silly but I really didn’t feel like ending up in detainment so I brought Dostoevsky which was the least subversive in appearance so that I could read and feel safe.



This time however was very different and far more intimidating. Sitting in my usual spot in the grass preparing to read my book I noticed an oddly inconspicuous unmarked van with tinted windows making a poor attempt to reverse park down trafficked one was strip. I thought it was funny to see the police officer behind the wheel struggling as the passing driver honked and threw curse words without realizing who he was yelling at. Before I could enjoy the humour of the parking situation the entire end of the park was consumed by nearly identical vans differing only in a choice between three dark colours. It was frightfully dreadful to be sitting with a book in the shade of the park while the perimeter is surrounded by swat teams and fenced off by unmarked vans.



It became difficult to read as various conversations between the officers and several regular park goers were at first rather loud. The tension ceased almost instantly and turned pleasantly casual as the officers were only stopping for lunch. Some of them made jokes with the citizens but mostly they ate regimentally and silently and often unseen. One by one the van doors would opening revealing small packs of cops and then someone would carry out there waste. They all wore black sun glasses and despite some bubbling very military in motion and vanished near as quickly as their surprising arrival. It turned out that a small protest had broke out in the large park across the large road from this one so their was little attention paid to those of us who’d been target back on Monday. Now the cops had some real villains. A group of hippie protestors waving paintings standing in the park. I walked by on my way home for lunch and saw the vagrants and vandals there must have been about 20 of them surrounded by thrice as many officers. I doubt anyone got hurt.



My studio was to hot for working even with the conditioner and two fans, so I went back to the park to finish my book and wait for the sun to settle. There were no signs of any officers on the main strip or throughout Kensington but when I settle down on the grass I noticed someone peculiar. There was a van on the corner only this one had decals advertising some obscure moving company. The driver was in a blue uniform and cap but his darkly shaded glasses seemed strangely reminiscent of the brigades fashion from the morning. He must have sat for an hour before starting to circle the park. He passed me about ten times before resigning to another spot. It was during his second rest that a few people started to smoke reefer and play their guitar not far behind me and not far from the van’s open window.



Sure enough within seconds there was a herd of bike cops flying in from unseen corners yelling “Who’s smoking the pot!” Whoever it was saw them coming because the smell vanished simultaneous with the invasion. However a couple of teenagers who just happened to be strolling by were horded, searched and questioned because one of them was wearing an anti-G20 t-shirt. The kids had a whole bag of the shirts and were going to sell them at the protest but the cops scared them good and the youth zipped up a hoody before he was freed. A hoody over the t-shirt in the hot and nasty humidity.



I was fortunate enough to have this entire affair to occur only two feet behind me. I pretended for a second that this was a normal part of life and attempted to keep reading. I was interrupted by a hovering officer who proceeded to interrogate me. I’ve gotten my response down now thanks to experience and was able to relinquish his suspicion with a single sentence. These guys were not funny, nor did that treat any of us like people as the other soldiers had, and I could sense that they were bored and blood thirsty with out any prey to satisfy their hunt.
















Tuesday, June 22, 2010

ALTERNATIVE COMICS Web Comics and Stories

HEY APATHY! Alternative Comics



 
HEY APATHY! Is an ongoing artistic investigation into the metropolis, the monsters, people and the mechanics of being. In the earliest artworks the city is announced as an ominous gear spun by an endless sea of faceless denizens. . Since that time I have executed an unconventional interview using street art and public interactions to uncover the true nature of the urban landscape. The online catalogue follows my seven year quest featuring illustrations, comics, murals, performances and animation strung together as a narrative adventure. As a result of my experiments the story of the gear has grown and changed much. Today the metropolis is still rendered as a giant machine, only now it is all the different characters, not anonymous cogs, who fuel the machine!







MONSTER COMICS is a web comic following my misadventures on a freelance assignment for a strange mystic named Weird Blackbeard. Blackbeard is a patron of the arts knowledgeable of all things unusual who commissioned me to do some surreal portraits early last year. The job proved extraordinary nearly costing me life, limb and possession but it was worth the fiasco to get all these cool drawings….








SURREAL COMICS is a collection of illustrated stories and correlated strips featuring tales of the unknown. Morphologically relevant satirical dreams regarding alien encounters, distorted monsters and the sudden appearance of rooms which should not be.

Monday, June 21, 2010

ALTERNATIVE COMICS Castle G20

HEY APATHY! Alternative Comics
CASTLE G20


Today was a very unusual day in the city of Toronto as twice I found myself by questioning patrol officers in pack of ten or greater during my routine morning coffee and sketching in the park. There had been two people protesting the recently constructed and gated G20 Palace Castle in our city. Prior to my own encounters I witnessed the group of officers oversee the removal of a large artwork which the twp protestors had sprawled out across the park. They then proceeded to confiscate the PVC piping the extremists had planned to erect their message with. For the record it was a 20 x 30 foot painting of a waterfall surrounded by nature.



Following the mild incident the police decided to then interview me as I also looked hideously suspicious with my books and sketchbook. I was , as always dressed entirely in black, a device which keeps this ink artist from the perpetual and obvious destruction of my clothes. At any rate these apparently totalitarian bullies turned out to be quite human. It took only a few quick responses to ensure them I was of no threat (pretty sneaky). The crew surrounding me then starting to take notice of the image in my sketchbook which I have posted above. “Wow” one said and several other compliments followed so I shared with them my explanation of the comic. “The city is built like a Castle and the sewers are the surrounding moat” I said and the officer leaning in closest replied “oh yeah and there is all the people, the sheep being herded to work” . These officers then told me that the people with painting weren’t really any trouble and asked me if I’d noticed any other activity of note over the last few days. I hadn’t and they left friendly but possibly determined to find some of the fabled violence which is expected this week in our city.



Not five minutes later a second sector of the same crew arrived but having seen my discourse with their colleagues were far less inquisitive. In fact, in one of the most surreal moments of my existence, the entire circle of officers rode up on their bicycles, looked at my drawing and in unison all leaned back with exclamations like “Cool” or “look at that“. In was just like a crowd of kids on the streets only they were all six feet or larger and in uniforms of black. These guys enjoyed the story and made jokes that I should be commissioned to do a portrait of the of the officer who had the most obviously jested expression and large spaced buck-teeth. As they prepared to ride away another pointed to the creature and asked if it was the mayor?



So intrigued by the unusually aggressive presence of the police I thought it might be interesting to stroll around the city. The streets all seemed normal and the security only above average. There may or not have been more official vehicles but the Banks were visibly guarded by security which I have never noticed before. I went to the art store located beside the A.G.O. (enjoyed the giant Barbara Krueger Piece on the gallery’s exterior) and set out through a different park on my way back home. Here once again I was halted by a large crew of police.



This park was much larger and proportionately protected. Like giant black flies on bikes the cops were buzzing all around so much so that you couldn’t look off in any direction without seeing them. And sure enough they surrounded me and began a similar enquiry to the one I’d heard back in Kensington. I explained to them, in good spirits, that I’d already been through this once and that I lived in the neighbourhood, was shopping, and not of any consequence. The officer figured me out in an instant and relaxed apologetically. He told me that wearing all black or the color red throughout the palace summit would attract unwanted attention in the parks. They where all to be heavily patrolled over the next week or so to ensure that no protests developed out side if the regulated zone. Isn’t that nice we have a regulated zone for protesting. Anyways I told them that I had no intention of causing any trouble and that I hoped they would not have to deal with any. The entire troop of at least 20 officers thanked me sincerely and I couldn’t help but sense they were really surprised and honoured by my concern well wishing.



I marched around a few more streets before heading home including my old spot where I performed on Queen Street West. The only peculiar thing around and about the city seemed to be that the shoppers were out in full force. There is a definite energy changed in Toronto because of palace politics but it would appear that we have channelled it into a commercial frenzy. I expect I’ll have more experiences to share about this tomorrow….

Sunday, June 20, 2010

ALTERNAITVE COMICS Happy Father's Day!


HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DAD!!!

I doubt there are many successful or creative people in the world who made their way without the help of others. My “HEY APATHY!” project is no different and on this the day for dad’s, I’d like to express my overwhelming gratitude for all the help and support I’ve received from my father. My dad has been an incredible force in assisting me in making all my crazy comics and art. If it weren’t for his  help I’d have never made it this far ( whether or not that’s a good thing is up to you to decide).


My father has been an integral part of all my outdoor exhibitions and street performances. He built the portable red wall gallery I use  and has on numerous occasions handled the transportation and set up for shows. He has also  hosted entire events all on his own and was really successful a few weeks ago in Ottawa showing the work at a festival, When I worked as a street artist he helped me with my display and made frequent trips the dollar store to make sure I  always had frames for the busy weekends. During that time he also set up a work shop in his basement where he built, stretched and primed all of my canvas’ for two years while I was creating such work. Today that same work shop is used for framing paper drawings and shrink wrapping prints.



My Dad helping battle the wind at the Toronto Outdoor Art Exhibition



He also handles all of my printing and publishing, doing all the necessary research, leg work, and shipping to make sure that my merchandise is top notch and readily available. This work has included the publication of three graphic novels, two limited edition silk screen posters, a line of t-shirts and various digital prints. He is currently hard at work developing the large scale posters we hope to have ready later this year. My father also financed the construction of my website, http://www.heyapathy-comics-art.com/ , as well a several road trips to promote the work including a vineyard in Niagra Falls and some performances in Manhattan. (see the New York photo below).



STREET ART photo of the road trip to New York


There are probably several hundred other things he’s done for HEY APATHY! that I can’t think of right now not to mention his raising, feeding and sheltering me throughout my formulative years, but all good Dads do that. I’d also  like to mention that along with all the hard work he does with me he is also a full time babysitter dividing his energy between watching over my two-year charming nephew Darroch (named after my father) and his crazy older brother Don. I don’t know were he finds the energy but he’s still going and has a done a lot better at keeping his hair than I have. Thanks for all the support Dad, couldn't do it without you. You don’t know how much it means to me!!!



Saturday, June 19, 2010

ALTERNATIVE COMICS of SHADOWS...



HEY APATHY! Alternative Comics



Over the years of my weird studies I’ve read, watched and witness many happenings involving shadows. In stories they have boxed back, hid dark secrets and in a certain instance a ghost impersonated one for a groundhog. On film I’ve seen battles in which ninja move in and out of them and at night I’ve been mesmerized by an odd kaleidoscope of twirling shapes on my ceiling which don’t quite align with the passing traffic which supposedly causes them. It is clear that these unassuming darkened reflections of the world hold secrets which are generally taken for granted.


Having arrived at this deduction I felt it was only natural to investigate the matter more thoroughly . In order to do so I came up with a simple plan involving a few powerful photography lamps and a selection of household products. Setting up my devices in the studio with an intuitive particularity, I proceeded to cast large shadows on the wall of the loft. My intention was to briefly meditate on each form before capturing some quick gestures with my India ink and brush.


I’d no expectations as to what I might find, which as the physicist knows can be both progressive and troubling. It is of the utmost interest to discover things you aren’t looking for, but without direction or intention can one discover anything at all? Well I certainly found out something that maybe I shouldn’t have as the shadows began to take on a life of their own. When casting a mug I found a four legged creature and the mop, broom and bucket revealed a horse. I tried some chairs and a nightstand only to discover a strange form which looked a lot like Australia. And finally I put forth some of my groceries and mixed everything together which projected the clear and precise image of a human form.

That form divided itself into two similar factions both growing horns and dancing about. A third figure, less sleek and more bulbous appeared shortly thereafter and the three unusual creatures enveloped the wall. As they crept around the north side of my studio their shapes grew more definite and their actions less obscure. I could see they were pacing hastily as though in search of object becoming increasingly frantic and frustrated as they went about. It was a horrible scene but strangely fantastic so I grabbed my paper and imitated the forms on the page.

At this the shadows stopped and turned towards me, pointing and relaxing as though their query had ceased. Suddenly I felt a terrible chill which caused me to draw rapidly though I wasn’t sure why and for some reason was accepting of the occurrence. Not an unusual thought regarding these shadow had entered my mind. I didn’t think about the absurdity nor question the movements until the shapes started changing. Like a small clustered disco ball little flickers of light danced from inside, and the dark flat shadows appeared more multi-dimensional. I could see strange organic clusters around the area of the creatures faces revealing them selves in unknown forms which I can explain better with my pen.






 
I rushed to complete the images which still did not bother me for I must have been under some sort of dream spell. The horns and the meat faces became clearly visible as did their hands and small remnants of clothes. Marvelling at the magnificent find I paused for a moment to bask in the weirdness slowly engulfing me. It was in this petrified moment that my senses returned initiated by the most terrifying thing I’d ever scene. Not the horns, nor the hands, nor the clothing astounded me, not even the amorphously butchered globular mess which passed itself as their faces. It was one last transformation which sent me into a panicked fear, finally breaking the hypnotic clutches dulling my thoughts. As the shadows pointed with authority in my direction I saw the them for the first time as something other than shade. One by one they opened their eyes. These eyes were not flat, and were certainly not impressions as not light reflection could mimic a optic so well. Fully developed round juicy blood shot eyes and in some instances more than were appropriate.


Shuddering I’d of screamed if not for a fit of extreme dehydration. Although my parched throat could be accounted for by the photography lamps, I can’t help but feel as though something else was responsible for draining me of my natural fluids. I smashed down the objects placed before the lights in a frenzy to stop this surreal metamorphosis. Breaking to lamps and turning off the others I sat in pitch darkness uncomfortable afraid. The images had vanished but I was still quivering though I had no trouble recollecting the sight of their eyes. I added them to the ink drawings while alone in the blackness fearing both the stark night and even more the cast shadows which would soon return with the rising sun.

Friday, June 18, 2010

ALTERNATIVE COMICS Technological Dependencies



HEY APATHY! Alternative Comics

Forced out of the studio by the suffocating humidity as part of my regular practice I retreated this afternoon in work the park. Most days this ritual proves more than satisfying as well as productive as I pass a few hours with my sketchpad and a book. I consider myself quite fortunate to have such an opportunity as a freelance illustrator with no particular schedule and truly enjoy passing the hot summer days leisurely doodling and researching in a shady quiet corner sprawled across the Kensington grass. Of course this limit’s my capabilities to develop any of my finer ink drawings or anything the computer centric animation but I fret very little as the time proves rather healthy. The fresh outdoor air relieve me from the flickering screen and the light table as well as the endlessly repetitive hours of typing and uploads. In fact it would appear that by stepping away from the technologies my mind retains a fresh human inspiration permitted me to accomplish more in the long run avoiding any frustrations or mechanized burn out. I highly recommend that you to shut off the power once in a while to let bugs crawl all over you while you read a real book ( that is one printed on paper).

Obviously the park is not without interruptions but the occasional skirmish, unwanted social activity or show boating is far less common than the beautiful silence and breeze under a tree. The silence too is not wholly impenetrable but the truth is that I actually enjoy the sound of the acoustic guitars and the occasional banjo. However I have encountered an increasingly aggravating trend which often passes as music but comes from no instrument. It is a little clicking and clacking muffled by a static buzz and it has perpetually grown and haunted my life. I tried to ignore in and at first assumed that my ears were out of sorts, possibly as a result of my years working the loud metropolis as a professional street artist. But alas as the buzzing and multiple clicks insisted on invasion I soon identified the sounds. They were activated by people and playing out of small phones as I finally correlated the noise to certain bobbing movements among small packs of pot smokers.

The static obscenities, which sound like nothing more, were apparently on purpose and as I have been informed, entitled electronic music whatever that is. Never mind my criticism though I am not here to discuss taste nor talent for what truly bothered me was the fact that these devices were being used in the park. Maybe it is music after all few people can endure the Stravinsky or Miles Davis that I’ve come on to depend but from a safe distance the sounds sound a lot like the city, an endless distortion and conglomeration of noise. I’ve been hearing a lot of phones lately but this afternoon was the worst.

There were at least three of these devices crackling from varied directions when as though to add insult to injury a new sound joined the party. Pulling up right beside me a car slowed to a park and the driver got out of the vehicle leaving his door open and radio on. He actually laid down in the grass with his bass hideously blaring and started to read the paper though I do not know how. Shortly thereafter a large tour bus pulled in and decided to idle. The vehicle easily two-thirds the length of the small park just kept vrooming and vrooming. The driver of this vehicle also got out and sat down to enjoy a cigarette in the now volumous park. Three phones playing static clicks, a car with popular music and a perpetually revving giant noise and pollution machine had me surrounded and had I not a coffee and some food to finish I’d have already left.

Then to my dismay as I forced down my hot drink another addition to the line of inconsideration. Some ---- brought in his electric guitar plugged in a bunch of laser beam effects and cranked out a programmed beat. Not only was he loud enough to be heard above all the rest but he was completely incoherent by any standard of song. I don’t favour speed death metal but I can understand it. This player however couldn’t even make the scene in a Japanese experimental noise band for the deaf ( just for the record I know deaf people actually do enjoy music by grooving on the vibrations but the analogy works well).

So there I was burning my mouth on the coffee while laughing to myself at the entire absurdity and even more so at the anger telephone owners who couldn’t enjoy there buzzing noises any more. Though not a single one of them relinquished there sonic projections and the fun just kept coming. Now if you think all sounds crazy you’ll scarcely believe what happened next. A couple sat down beside me gossiping aloud about some magazines, reviews and photo shoots when out of nowhere they produced a small screen. They turned on the laptop and video screen and started to watch a reel of commercials while laughing hysterically. COMMERCIALS! Not a show or a concert or even a moving but one after another they entertained themselves boisterously watching commercials!!!

Phone playing music, a car blasting beats, a huge bus running it’s engines, and a television playing commercials all at the same time while I was sitting in the park. Sitting in the park on a hot Friday afternoon eating my lunch under the trees, drawing reading and watching the birds no more. With not other choice but to find a quieter place upon which to rest I walked into the middle of the city, down Spadina avenue and sat under the Gardiner Expressway. Noting there were no devices nor people nor ads, I fell peacefully asleep hoping, if only just a little, never to waken again.








Thursday, June 17, 2010

Alternative Comics SEEDS


HEY APATHY! Alternative Comics

 While travelling the world in search of undiscovered sciences and new devices the young marketing master named Phillip Straus happened upon many strange things. He'd found unexplored medicinal treatments, music and meditations but was perpetually denied patents and funding from his office back home. The primary dissolution for all of his finds lay in the fact that synthetic, yet often placebo, replications were already being sold. Phillip was not one to give up easily and having his expenses covered, gladly continued his quest without dismay. It was in a small peaceful jungle village in the northern region of Africa that he finally encountered the most incredible product.

The village Shaman welcomed Phillip and told him of many incredible things. In particular the researcher took interest in the witch doctor’s stories about certain wondrous seeds. The seeds had frequently proved amazingly useful aiding his tribe and their lands in ways never before seen. These magic seeds, as Phillip was informed, could grow very rapidly and assume human shapes. The unusual vegetations would then adopt characteristics of tribes-people and assist in the chores, regularly taking part in the Shaman's expeditions and the community harvest. The plant-people were kind offering their services happily while asking only for water and a restful place in the sun. The Shaman stated clearly that, though it was not truly necessary, he'd always freed the creatures in the jungle after they'd participated in three tasks.

Having doubts to the claims but assured the medicine man was not intentionally lying, Phillip offered a large sum of money for the seeds but received only joyously playful laughter from the chief. "You may take what you like, they are not mine to trade and besides no foreigner has ever visited us before. We know little of the outside world but much of it's suffering so I am happy to send our fantastic treasure abroad." Ever the business man Phillip happily agreed while sending a considerable receipt back to the office which he had cashed and kept for himself.

Before leaving Phillip, with feint humbleness, requested a demonstration in order to make sure he'd not lose face back at the corporation. The Shaman simply pulled back a few bushes revealing the odd scene. There stood several organic compositions all standing tall with appendages sowing a small field. The absurdly monstrous plant-beings turned briefly to wave greetings and share what one could only surmise as great smiles although they'd no normal mouths any comedian or botanist could possibly recognize. Satisfied Phillip secured his treasures and set off on his long journey back to the City of Gears.

Upon arriving at the sky-scraping castle headquarters of his business associates, Phillip entered the lobby with the air of a king. The elevator propelled him to the sixty-sixth floor where his colleagues awaited in tight suits around a traditionally enormous and elongated rectangular black marble desk. At the opening of his excited power point presentation the members of the board began to roll their dissatisfied eyes. Several mumbles in anger and jest rolled in both whispers and loudly across the open room. A comment reminiscent of Jack’s own reciprocation followed with insults regarding a magic beanstalk.

Had Phillip truly lost all of his wits under the pressures of success, travel and the hot African sun? As the chief executive reached forward to press the ominously red button , Phillip gestured grandly presenting his phone. “Fear not that I am mad for I have here in my hand the proof you desire!” He turned on the small video screen and showed his employers the brief live capture he’d gotten without the tribesmen’s knowledge. The video phone showed the strange plant beings working steadily in the tribe’s fields of that remote distant land. Though still not convinced, as computer graphics have progressed incredibly as of late, the footage stopped the security call and Phillip was permitted to continue his demonstration.

Phillip uprooted a small hibiscus decorating the west corner of the office and place a seed inside the vacated planter. He set the pot on the marble desktop and added a bottle of water while exclaiming that what he’d found was certain to change all the world. He proclaimed that he’d seen a single plant-being gracefully handle tasks normally requiring many men and that the vegetations asked little compensation for their highly skilled and organized work. “ These plants imitate human beings but do not complain, get stressed, strike, or tire nor do they continually dream of better things!” With this the end of his speech, Phillip stepped back in awe as the vegetation arose up out of the ceramic container.

The sight was marvellous as the tree grew instantly 6 feet taking on limbs, legs and torso not unlike man. The sudden twisting and shaping of muscles would have been hideous in a mammal but retained a serene beauty mesmerizing the audience. Then as quickly as the wonder began the creature stepped out of the soil and reached an extended vine hand grasping the chairman by throat. In a matter of seconds the room was disembowelled as the horrific plant-person attacked instantly smothering everyone insight. It grasped and suffocated each member with out remorse as it simultaneously and greedily engulfed all the other plants in the room. Phillip had managed to bolt for the door holding the rest of the seeds tightly in his right fist. His escape however was simply not meant to be and one might surmise he was only spared this long because of his threatening possession of the other seeds.

The plant had now grown multiple tendril like appendages and had proceeded to nearly out grow the sizable room. It swarmed all around Phillip blocking the exit. The indescribable yet obvious face of the foliage leaned in close to Phillip’s own snatching the other seeds before consuming it‘s brethren. Cornered the young businessman’s mind ran across a sentence spoken by the kind hearted witch doctor. “ The plants adopt the characteristics of the tribes people”. The tribes people were simple peace loving and quaint, but this monster was all devouring, seething, devious and mad. With his last breath Phillip glanced around at the remains of the boardroom and the faculty knowing all to well where the monster had learnt it’s new traits.                 
  
 
 

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

ALTERNATIVE COMICS What lies beneath the brickwork ...

HEY APATHY! Alternative comics

A strange deviation lurks beyond the metropolis' shadows breeding and brooding in the darken alleys and sewers. Though still unassuming yet a certain times visible, these weird horned malformations reek of diabolic intent. A alchemic concoction constituently designed of a unique intermingling of the physical and intangible is slowly formulating a new race. The bacteria necessary for these creatures inception is common and harmless to those without contact. The rotting foods, wasted containers and used toxins normally found in all garbage when left to culture in dark and damp places contain the necessary fluids for the ensuing development of a most frightening enemy. However these fermented and macrobiotic organisms of decay are uselessly inanimate with out the inclusion of certain rituals and would likely only fester in unkempt corners and unfiltered sewer ways.

The rituals involved are on their own much more devious and as a rule cause great harm to any involved. Through any act of malicious aggression, violence or depravation the chemical environments may be well prepared for the birth. Following even the most miniscule of horrific occurrences the air and area of the location becomes stained. A telepathic residue changes the scene’s composure leaving unseen markings viable enough to incite change. In instances of extreme devastation the psychic residue may be so extreme as to force those who enter the premises unknowingly to re-enact the previous terrors despite clear and sane histories free from violence. The rituals do not require such escalated events to proceed as almost any act of hatred will suffice in the change.

It is the unique mixture of these, our excessive physical wastes and intrinsic motive and acts of cruelty, which have completed this new formula of probable destruction. As garbage is left unattended in the darkest corners of the city, so to do these corners nurture evil acts. From the most insidious crimes of man against man right down to terrible self inflicted and addictive injuries are seething through the un-trodden pathways, alleys and underground tunnels. Most of these atrocities have been ignored by the people and press while those which have been acknowledged have since been deemed social acceptable. Yet despite the mass denial and inexplicable justifications, the spell has been cast and a change will soon take place. The accumulative fervour of all these negative acts is breeding and brooding in the development of a new race. With horns on their heads they have been witnessed quite seldom but rest assured in unrest for an army of evil is growing behind the unlit brick work in the monsrous metropolis known as the City of Gears…  more at http://www.heyapathy-comics-at.com/

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

ALTERNATIVE COMICS an artist's statements

HEY APATHY! Surreal Artworks

Another attempt to explain what I do in 500 words or less, okay it's late and I'm bored but I think this will still prove valuable...

HEY APATHY! Is an ongoing artistic investigation into the metropolis, the people, and the mechanics of being. Using a combination of fine artworks and popular mass media I have developed a visual vocabulary expressing a stern yet optimistic warning towards future days. The entire project, initiated in 2001, reads as an extended narration involving ink drawings, murals, gallery installations, comic books, publications, street performances, video and animation. By way of this interdisciplinary and increasingly public process I’ve determined a vehicle for discourse suitable to both the gallery connoisseur and viewers of all ages. The validity of my life’s work will be examined through a brief analysis of the project’s history, cultural significance and current explorations.


HEY APATHY! Alternative Comics


In the initial drawings (2001) the city was announced as an ominous gear powered by an endless sea of faceless denizens. At that time I was working out an introverted artist’s studio and envisioned the metropolis as a nihilistic conglomeration of misdirected superficial and commercial ideologies. In order to better understand the phenomena in question I developed a uniquely extroverted artist’s process through which public presentations, performances, interactions and interventions would help resolve my inquiries. Since that time I have used the public forum to initiate exchanges with peoples from all over the world and of all walks of life. With each passing year I learned more of architecture and others as reflected in the ultimate progression of my works. Today the city is still rendered as a giant gear, only now it is fuelled by all sorts of strange individual rather than anonymous cogs in a machine.



The primary objective of the “HEY APATHY!” artworks is to produce a commentary simultaneously intellectually provocative as well as accessible to viewer of all ages. In order to best achieve a dialogue amongst broad audiences I have assimilated various technical approaches. Equal attention has been given to the development of sustain studio artworks and to the production of multi-media and accessible artworks. By experimenting with various presentation techniques, and one on one interactions my artwork delves into humanist themes introducing unsuspecting pedestrians to alternative ideas usually reserved for gallery walls. Through the inclusion of street performances, animations, and comics, HEY APATHY! is capable of communicating to an inclusive audience of all ages, races, and walks of life.


To the artist interested in initiating mass dialogue the possibilities of multi-media artworks facilitates necessity. In my most recent studies I have developing a series of videos, comics and art books suitable for both online presentation and gallery exhibition. I am currently creating a new hand drawn animation sponsored by the Ontario Arts Council in which over 300 fully rendered stills will be compiled on film. The idea being that the finished artworks will be prepared as a wall installation to accompany the film. The unique and extensive project travels through 13 short vignettes recounting the evolutionary narrative expressed throughout my art works including imagery developed between 2001-2010. The completed project will not only extend my technical vocabulary but will further my attempts to reconfigure popular culture, fine artwork as a sophisticated yet accessible conversation. The “HEY APATHY!” endeavour continually exposes a humanist ideology crossing the irrational barriers which segregate one man from another retaining much significance universally and decidedly Canadian. (Damn 541 words but close and better luck next time!)

HEY APATHY animation sample from FLIES HOLES AND ROACHES 2002

ALTERNATIVE COMICS Castles and Vines

HEY APATHY! Surreal Comics!

The metropolis development pinnacles at new heights, mastering the art of industry and finances as well as control. Devouring all thing known as natural the machine like city excels in production creating endless empowering new consumerist devices. Castles reach to the sky while kings reach inhuman wealth all of which is derivative of the planet below. As new products are made available they become utterly desired by way of a mesmeric promise of unobtainable gains. The masses partake in endless rituals, travelling endless road ways, and transposing seemingly endless substances for what they believe is their own gain.

However the long forgotten, yet still trotted and pillaged, gigantic orb known as earth lies restless in watch. She watches as they steal her lungs the giant trees, as they strap concrete over her pours and cause explosions in her skin. She sees them as they drain her emotions, the great sea, and when they replace her waters with depressive malformations. She feels it when large tubes pierce her vascular system sucking out her black blood with out the tiniest remorse.

It is highly unusual for one to perpetually sustain such harsh blows, yet mother nature has patience and time on her side. She is willing to wait for her enemies self undoing and knows of new vegetations and the storms which will ensue. And in the slight chance that man won’t destroy itself in time, she can feel the infectious meteor’s pull despite it’s still great distance. So with her calmly relaxed dreams she closes her eyes causing several earthquakes and envisions future days. In her sleep she sees vines growing higher than the sky washing away the castles and obliterating the paved patches all over her face. In the fantastic foliage, putting the finest rainforests to shame, she envelops the patterns of interwoven time. Therein the greats green tapestry lies her most joyous of dreams, as tiny liquid droplets imprison the remaining human beings. .

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ALTERNATIVE COMICS in Toronto Magazine

HEY APATHY! Alternative Comics in Toronto Magazine


I received a copy of the latest Dandyhorse Magazine today from contributing author and editor in chief Tammy Thorne. I've done some illustrations for the magazine in the past and was interviewed by Tammy this past winter. The article was published in this new spring issue along with a new illustration based on the primary themes the periodical references. Dandy horse is a cyclist and bike oriented fare which discusses personal, political and all issues concerning bicycles and their positive impact on our urban center and the environment in general. The articles look also at various social issues with an enticing a activist ideology. For this particular publication the major thematic hypothesis revolved around different interpretations of the term “social justice”.

HEY APATHY! Social Justice Superhero

The article discusses my evolution and experiences as a street artist as well as some of my insights on the metamorphoses of Toronto. Not to many people ( actually absolutely no one) had the same unique vantage as I did on the streets to witness our big city get bigger. The article gets down to my interpretation of social justice which fittingly runs throughout all my stories and artwork. The basic idea is that the city is a giant gear but it is up to all the different individual character’s to make that gear spin. Basically a call and a warning for each of us to slow down and take note of the import of our actions on a day to day basis. Thanks Tammy for the awesome  article, I think you expressed my expressions without even the slightest of misinterpretations ( though I never actually graduated from O.C.A.D. which keeps popping up in all these articles, maybe they should just give me an honorary degree!).

I was proud to get involved ( and not just because of the interview) and created my own “social justice” hero with a bicycle for a head. Dawning a flowing cape and an insignia initialled S.J. this weird little superhero is ready to ride. The connections between cycling, the environment, mass transit and humanity are readily discussed through out the magazine. I found some really interesting information about Toronto’s new large scale environmental centre as well as an enlightened comparison between T.O.’s and Vancouver’s approach to subsidized housing. Anyways you’ll have to go out and buy one I’m not giving any more away.(Viva Capitolismo!)


Cover of Dandyhorse Magazine

In a similar fashion to the SPACING Magazine, in which another HEY APATHY! article was published earlier this year, I was extremely honoured to be part of a socially driven and political publication. It has always been my mission to create artworks of social significance which can be used as a means of discourse and potentially incite change. Neither Dandyhorse nor Spacing are driven by celebrity or known to be exploitatively fashionable. In fact both magazines are intellectually charged and designed to perpetuate dialogue and information of the utmost relevance to the learned Torontonian. Though I’m not one to turn away art or fashion press exposure, I am incomparably proud to be part of these more important magazines.