For the present, I've been digging into and Digging into the past. My Wayback Machine, the Re-Tardis, time-wise is always all over the map. But lately it's been focusing on about 1956 to 1962 with jumps to the early '70s or the '40s. As always, my obsessions are variable. But the focus has been considerable on satire and art from the Cold War Era. This is an outgrowth of my reading the Harvey Kurtzman biography. I'd already acquired the 2 volume boxed collection of the complete HUMBUG, which I'm still savouring. I added the hardbound Art Of Harvey Kurtzman since, reliving my collecting days of MAD Magazine and HELP! Finishing that, I now begin the hardbound reprint of Kurtzman's JUNGLE BOOK. Adding to the time frame and comedy connection has been the acquisition of The Ernie Kovacs Collection Volume 2.
B to Z movie sci-fi always adds to the flavour. Red Scare or Radiation mutated cinema from the '50s. Any film with ATOMIC or COSMIC in the title. Or SHE as an adjective. As in She Creature or She Demons. Throw in a German character actor portraying a mad Nazi scientist, a Chinese actor who once played Charlie Chan's Number 2 Son as a hero's sidekick, AND SHEENA, the Jungle Woman...Well, you have a recipe for delicious brain cell loss. On a more reputable note, I did watch sixteen episodes of the Ray Bradbury Theater over two weeks. And I took the little lady to the cinema to see TOMORROWLAND.
Comic art delights me. Especially since it is a field I take no claim of talent in. My art is confined to collage experiments, which still attract. As well as the Triple Entendre photo thingees, that pop up here with my wife's collaboration. And then there are the new style fumetti displayed. Egg Y Nudo. An experiment in comic strip that combines static HELP! Magazine fumetti, with Underground weeklies and Peter Blegvad LEVIATHAN style surrealism and alchemical philosophical humour.
Robert Crumb is popping back as well. Psychedelic art of the '60s in the form of poster art is obvious in recent entries. Wilson, Mouse & Griffin entice. It hasn't been that long since I finished the HIPGNOSIS Portraits hardbound as well. Never far from the Art. And let me identify this diary's illustration. A recently excavated work from my friend David Fontana. A Dada portrait done on the sly, either in my apartment or his ocean near pad in Santa Barbara, mid-'70s.
Humour in an Archie and Jugheadular Vein.