PICTURE STORIES

Horticultural Fudge on the Website

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I have now uploaded a newly scanned and cleaned up version of my webcomic, Horticultural Fudge to this website. It’s all layed out nicely on one page for ease of reading.
It’s a simple wordless story of gardening, flowers and retribution.

A version of this story will be available to buy as a print at the Bristol South Bank Arts Trail next weekend, and in due course, they’ll be available here too.

If you enjoy this comic you might also like to try Fudge and The Garden Of Eartly Delights also available to read on this website.

Print Sale for December

| Paul Greer
I got a sale on for the early part of December.
All prints now £3.50 each, and if you order more than one in a single order the shipping for the rest is free!
Signed prints of locations from around the Bristol area.
Support my humble artistic endeavours whilst simultaneously acquiring top quality gifts for your loved ones.

“One Hour on the 11:30 from Bristol Temple Meads.”

Various horizon lines drawn from the window of the 11:30am to London Paddington, going through Bath Spa, Chippenham, Swindon, Didcot Parkway. September 2014.

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“Not sure if you have tried drawing on a train, most people are too close for you to study without causing a uncomfortable situation and generally stuff is going passed so quickly outside you need a super fast photographic memory to get it in your brain before you can decide how to represent it on the page. So I decided to go for the horizon, because that goes pass slower and if you miss a bit it doesn’t look too weird if you just join on to the continuation.”.

Read more about the trip I took here.

Black and White print on 160gsm uncoated paper. Taken from super high resolution scan. A4.

“Winter Saplings, Leigh Woods.”

Saplings drawn in notebook whilst walking through Leigh Woods, Bristol. Winter 2014.

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Black and White print on 160gsm uncoated paper. Taken from super high resolution scan. A4.

“Melrose Place, Clifton”

Looking out of the window in Clifton, Bristol. Summer 2014

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Originally drawn as part of a daily drawing project, find out more here.

Black and White print on 160gsm uncoated paper. Taken from super high resolution scan. A4.

 

The Comics Journal Review

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Having a home holiday and digging around in the files, came across this cutting of when Scenes From The Inside, an anthology comic I was involved with in the ’90’s, got reviewed in the illustrious Comics Journal (kind of a Cahiers du Cinema for picture literature for those unfamiliar).

They talk about my 20 page insert “Kings of the Wild Frontier“, which was a documentation of the final performance piece by Bristol artist, Dan Eastmond.

The Comics Journal had a tough reputation, so being reviewed there and not getting completely mawled by them was quite the thing.

Breakfast

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Story I wrote and submitted to STS:

The Ort materialized on the old wooden stool next to Daisy’s highchair as Sandra gave Daisy her breakfast. It’s saggy bulk made the old thing creak, it was the oldest piece of furniture they had.

Daisy chortled merrily to see the creature, and then she bagan spooning the porridge into her mouth. The Ort burped encouragingly, looked over at Sandra, then returned it’s attention to the feeding human infant.

The toddler and the creature giggled together, then Daisy took up banging the highchair table with her spoon and the Ort dripped residue onto the linoleum.

Sandra and Alan had become aware their child was communicating with an invisible entity as soon as she started talking. At first they believed it to be a passing phase, but when the Ort started assuming an actual physical form it began having a serious effect on their marriage.

Alan was convinced he was losing his mind, Sandra tried reassurring him, no, it was real, the thing was real and it was happening to them. Soon, Alan was demanding they call the authorities to have it “removed”, but predictably the Ort failed to appear at mealtimes if any third party was present, and the more calls they made, the more Sandra felt that they were risking having their only child taken away from them. So she insisted they stop the calls.

It was soon after this Alan left them. He maintained he had fallen in love with the receptionist at his new work and had decided to move on. Sandra wasn’t even sure they had a receptionist at his new work. She found the idea amusing.

It made life simpler not having him around anyhow. The Ort was much less agitated with Alan gone, and, consequently, the stink it gave off mellowed.

Sandra finished mixing Daisy’s drink, looking across she caught the Ort’s blank stare, it nodded at her encouragingly. She placed the drink in front of Daisy, the Ort farted it’s approval and Sandra turned to the sink.

“You Said Everything Would Be OK.”

| Paul Greer

I wrote this story and submitted it to STS:

She walked back to the station, the replays going through her head, feeling light, transcendental, avoiding morose.

Was there much to say? The weekend had run away with itself somewhat, the laughing, the vanity and the music. She could see people getting hurt, wrapped up in their own immaculate expectations, the internal maths not being fulfilled.

HJ had stormed off alone into the night, she had seen the rage crashing into his eyes like a tidal surge, where there has previously been quiet joy.  He knew he was out of step, his feelings were not compatible with the time they were having, but he had no choice, something had turned away from him and he was obliged to react.

“You said…”, he said.

They kept tabs on him by text message, just to make sure he was safe.

She has suspected he might go that way when they hooked up, but had buried the suspicion, because it was such a good moment.  Now the weight of a responsibility for another person’s emotion was pressing down on her.  She bought some coffee, lit a cigarette and shook it loose.

The train would be here soon and she wasn’t interested spending the last few minutes in this town feeling bad for a possessive motherfucker.

She conjured up that beautiful dawn that came after. Standing with Sally as the orange and the red took hold of the city, skin prickling as they held each other in the morning light, whiskey warming their blood. The love they felt in that moment expanding into time.

The cigarette smoke swirled around the cardboard cup, patterns in front of her eyes.

She would leave now and return to the working life, this fantastical world an echo behind the routine.  She felt blessed to have been part of that it, and thought about how often she would remember.

Stubbed out the cigarette.

Caught the train.