But think about it like this: the cartoon isn’t genius, YOU are.
Rejection is an inescapable part of being a cartoonist, and inevitably a shit load of ideas that you think are completely genius will get rejected. I think a good bit of advice is to never get too attached to an idea. Or a remote control so I could turn off Penny, the smug little shit.Įditor’s note: Will doesn’t need a magic pencil (see his painting below): If she were hungry she’d draw a cake, or if someone had wronged her she’d draw a crocodile and it would terrorise the villagers! I always wanted her magical pencil, but now I guess I’d just draw a big pile of money and never have to draw again. Growing up in the 90’s there was this kid’s cartoon in England called ‘Penny Crayon’, she could draw stuff on a wall and it would magically come alive in front of her (I’ll attach a link to the opening titles here). I’m dancing pencils across a paper stage and painting with all the colours of the wind, and then I see work done on a tablet and can’t help but think “You didn’t draw that, Steve Jobs did.” I’m pretty old school by preference and the new school doesn’t interest me. One thing I’m not half decent at is the digital stuff. It just takes practice to get half decent. If you’re half decent, you can use any old thing. I like watercolours but other than that I don’t really have much to say about this, and truth be told I think too much is often said about this. I watched him arrive on the page, scan down to the cartoon, exhale a joyless sniff from his nose, and then turn the page again. I missed like three stops so that I could watch his reaction when he saw my cartoon. I remember the week that they ran my first cartoon I was on a train from Manchester to, I don’t know, The Shire, and I saw that the guy who sat in front of me had a copy of the magazine. Rather than taking notes, I would spend all my time drawing the lecturers and not having sex.Ī little while after that I began submitting to The New Yorker and eventually got in. I started getting published in British magazines while I was at University, where I made the terminally ill-advised decision to study Zoology. All of that drawing happened in England where I was born, raised and ripened into the perfectly tender avocado I am today. Which I guess isn’t that long when you look at the grand scheme of the universe, but if you look at a clock instead, then it’s ages. I’ve been drawing as long as I’ve known about pencils.
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