You're right of course. This page has nothing to do with Sri Lanka, but please humour your host. It is just an excuse to get your attention so I could lumber you with a glimpse of my other dubious talent - cartooning. I have often found excuses to apply drawings to invitations, newsletters, tracts and minor publications. Here are some of them.
My first cartoon at age 5 was of my Uncle Bob celebrating
mass. Both he and the altar boy kneel at the foot of the altar.
In the 60s Reverend Ted Noffs of the Wayside Chapel often asked me to
illustrate his frustration with contemporary politicians and churchmen.
The Vietnam war was in full swing and we opposed the involvement of
both the USA and Australia in that conflict in any way we could.
Sometimes I felt that we should poke a little fun at the pretensions of
modern man and his conviction that his kind is evolving to a golden
door that was surely computer operated. The Terminator movies with
their warnings of the enemy machines had not yet been conceived.
This sketch for a 1960s Wayside Chapel Greeting card need no explanation.
The World leaves the contempoary church behind, - a typical cant of Ted's.
In the 60s Reverend Ted Noffs of the Wayside Chapel often asked me to
illustrate his frustration with contemporary politicians and churchmen.
The Vietnam war was in full swing and we opposed the involvement of
both the USA and Australia in that conflict in any way we could.
Sometimes I felt that we should poke a little fun at the pretensions of
modern man and his conviction that his kind is evolving to a golden
door that was surely computer operated. The Terminator movies with
their warnings of the enemy machines had not yet been conceived.
This sketch for a 1960s Wayside Chapel Greeting card need no explanation.
The World leaves the contempoary church behind, - a typical cant of Ted's.
Ted was concerned that Matron O'Neill and her suburb would suffer
the inconvenience of the construction and operation of an airborne
rail line without the added convenience of a Wooloomooloo station.
In one of his tracts Ted asked me to depict the Christ who could
not be contained within the framework of the traditional church.
Sometimes as an Arts Officer of Warringah Shire Council, I was called
upon to illustrate the invitations for the inevitable office Farewell parties.
Another office farewell party sent someone off on the European tour.
A misguided superior thought I could depict the process of cultural
development. When I look again, i think maybe I succeeded.
On a Commonwealth training course in Northern India, I again found
vent for my undergraduate humour commenting on college events.
My role as an arts officer at Brisbane City Council had no opportunities
for my hobby so I amused myself with satirical attacks on the organisation.
and on the obsessions of politicians so concerned with minor disorder.
and with the Organisations own obsession with organisation itself.
and the endless streams of trainers contracted to introduce obscure
and fascinatingly obtuse concepts into the fevered brains of office staff.
Sometimes as an Arts Officer of Warringah Shire Council, I was called
upon to illustrate the invitations for the inevitable office Farewell parties.
Another office farewell party sent someone off on the European tour.
development. When I look again, i think maybe I succeeded.
On a Commonwealth training course in Northern India, I again found
vent for my undergraduate humour commenting on college events.
My role as an arts officer at Brisbane City Council had no opportunities
for my hobby so I amused myself with satirical attacks on the organisation.
and on the obsessions of politicians so concerned with minor disorder.
and with the Organisations own obsession with organisation itself.
and the endless streams of trainers contracted to introduce obscure
and fascinatingly obtuse concepts into the fevered brains of office staff.
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