Mad Magazine is gone, and this week’s new Dustinland comic is in celebration of a classic publication. So influential, a home to so many great artists and satirists… now a victim of the modern, digital era. Unable to pull at Nat Geo and reinvent itself for the days of Instagram, or even the days of peak television, it’s going away forever. And I’m so grateful I had the chance to work with them.
Just for a while, I got to be… one of the usual gang of idiots.
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I rarely mention Birdy here, since he’s such a, shall we say, acquired taste. And he makes very infrequent appearances these days. You see, if you’re new to Birdy, he’s a character I created one day on the beach as a satirical joke, a dark twist on the pre-webcomic, lame and corny daily newspaper comic strips I grew up reading. Which, to be honest, I sort of yearn for these days, but that’s another story. But yes, Birdy. I did not think he would go on for years and years, over 1,600 dark, creepy and sometimes abstract and/or just not funny. But eventually it got hard to squeeze another gag out of him in between a career and dad life, so I put the breaks on. He comes out every now and then, though, including his three new strips, here, here and here. They’re based on internets, and I figure if Joan Cornellà can sink to these sort of things, so can I.
As I continue to recover, this week my six-year-old takes over the comic.
Well, I mean, he’s not literally taking over the comic, but I did mine his drawings for a few gems.
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Tagged art, fart, father, fatherhood, fathers, illustration, illustrations, kids, kids art, kids drawings, parenthood, parenting, parents, poop, raising kids
This week’s Dustinland comic is the first drawing I’ve made with my right hand in a month AKA since I broke my hand! Not perfect, but progress!
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Tagged anesthesia, broken bone, broken hand, hand, hand injury, hospital, hospitalized, injury, operation, righty, surgeon, surgery
This week’s new Dustinland comic was not drawn, but instead built from Legos and photographed. It was fun, I have to say. A nice change of pace. But I’m still eager to have my drawing hand back. I wonder how long I’ll have this cast on, and what I’ll do next week for my comic. Legos again? We’ll have to see…
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Tagged broken bone, broken hand, commuting, grand central, hand, hand injury, injury, lego, lego comic, legos, metro north, train
This new Dustinland comic is not so much about my new book (which you can now buy here at Amazon!) but rather inspired by it. It’s about the thought process behind it, and the hopes, fears, dreams, and paranoia brought on from discussing it with people in the real world. So really it’s more about success, as an artist and as a human.
It’s a topic I’ve touched on before and probably will again, but I felt that this 20-year milestone was the right time to dive into it.
Also, I was inspired by my trip last night to the Society of Illustrators for a goodbye party for MAD Magazine, as they are moving from their classic NYC home out to the west coast to join the rest of their DC Comics companions/overlords. As an occasional contributor, it was an honor to be among great like Al Jaffee, Tom Bunk, Hermann Mejia and basically a huge room full of some of the world’s best cartoonists. I’d like to thank all the awesome MAD editors and staffers (especially Jonathan Bresman and Ryan Flanders), who were so kind to me over the years, and who brought me into this amazing family of talented artists and creators. It’s a bummer to see the gang split up and such a NY institution leave town, but hey, the times they are a changin.
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Tagged aging, art, best comics 2017, dustin glick, Dustinland, happiness, life, MAD, mad magazine, philosophy, success
I’ll make it short: I’m coming out with a book. A compilation. Best of 20 years. Trying to get it out before 2017 is over so…
Back to work!
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Tagged book, comic, compilation, Dustinland, graphic novel
Despite the feel of this week’s Dustinland comic, I love the whole adult coloring book thing that’s been super hot the last year or so. It’s like monks making those sand tapestries or whatever they’re called. Very eastern. Mindless meditative art is awesome. Hey, that’s one of the things I love about drawing comics. Yes, the first part of it is anything but mindless. But once it’s written and pencilled, the inking and coloring is relaxing. And mindless doodling, that’s even better. Just getting lost in your art… I love that more people are doing it, even if it’s “just” coloring.
But it is funny to see my wife using coloring books more than my kid.
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This week’s comic is not really a comic. Just a drawing. Sunday night I just wasn’t in the mood to espouse about anything, probably because I was hungover after a night out with some dudes (and dads) seeing High On Fire and Pallbearer (metal—lots of metal). But I did feel like drawing. So this is really just an exploration of color and mood. I figured I’d try drawing something intense and coloring it in cool blues, then draw something mellow and color it in firey reds. It’s interesting, if you’re into that sort of thing. It would be fun to really go to town on something like this and make it super detailed but I think my days of super detailed art are behind me at this stage in life. I mean, it’s hard to ever believe I had that kind of time. That would be my advice to young people. If you have a hobby, totally commit. Because you’ll have less and less time over the years to spend on it. Maybe one day when you’re old you can come back to it but that’s different.
I was lazy on Father’s Day and didn’t feel like drawing comics, so I dug out these masterpieces. Honestly, I could spend days going through my old college textbooks. They are so intricate in their doodles and little jokes… I wonder how I was inspired to work so hard at not doing what I was supposed to be doing. Maybe class is just that boring. Maybe that’s how I learn. I was actually a pretty decent student. Not always A but not too far from it. Solid B+ for sure. Sometimes A if I really cared. It was hard to care though. School… you know, it can be interesting with the right teacher/professor, but so often it felt like being forced to sit in a room for no reason. It really could be torturous at times.
I did have some great teachers though. And once I took a course called The History of Sequential Art. AKA comics. A class about comics! Amazing. Believe it or not, the guy teaching the class (grad student) probably taught me more about writing college papers than anyone else. We were all freshman and we gave in our first papers and he handed them all back and said they were too bad to grade, and he spent a whole class explaining what a college paper really should be. Nice guy. I wonder what he’s doing now.
But yeah, anyway, my notes are ridiculous and there are zillions of hidden gems in them — jokes and drawings — so maybe I’ll edit it down and publish some highlights one day. High five.