The other day I rediscovered my Granddad’s collection of
Punch, 26 bound books, each with a theme, still on their book self, covered up
and kept safe in our house. As soon as I opened one I realized that this is where
my drawing style originates. I can clearly remember being at my Nan’s house (Granddad
died when I was very young and my memories of him are few, mostly involving
looking down from a park in Coventry at the diesel engines as they competed
with the steam engines on the railways) and sitting on the floor in the corner
of the room looking at these books on Saturday afternoon before the wrestling
came on the TV.
I have scanned some examples in so you can see the fantastic
quality of the illustrations, the variation of the marks and the depth that
they create.
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