Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Guest Strip

Baron von Fahrenheit muses.The jolly lads over at Let's Be Friends Again let me play in their sandbox. Click on over!

As an aside, I did, like, 12 drawings of Wellington to get his likeness down, and yet he barely appears in the strip. And he's drawn so small that he doesn't really look like much of anybody. But wasting major effort for minor effects is the hallmark of a true artiste. Right? Isn't it? Please?

Sunday, December 20, 2009

My Trendy Contemporary Luster

This is dangerously close to counting as another life goal achieved: The New York Times ran a brief, positive mention of The Gift of the Magi, today.

Lately though, genteel poverty and bank runs aren’t so quaintly distant. Joel Priddy’s eye-catching adaptation of O. Henry’s classic Christmas tale, “The Gift of the Magi” (about a cash-strapped young husband and wife who sacrifice to buy each other decent gifts), feels positively up-to-the-minute. And that’s not only because it is a trendy graphic novelization, but also because its drawings evoke the contemporary luster of two-stops-past-Bedford hipster paupers.


It doesn't quite count for life-goal-purposes because it's not in The Book Review. I used to spend a lot of time illustrating other people's reviews there, so it features specifically in my authorial ambitions. But still, pretty danged happy-making. Thanks to Corey at Burke's Books for bringing this to my attention!

Friday, December 04, 2009

Gift of the Magi updates

Gift of the Magi on a store shelf in Paris (Not the Texas one).Beeswax foreign correspondent Curt Franklin supplied this snapshot of Gift of the Magi in Parisian comics shop.

Last night's signing at Burke's Bookstore was great: lots of people lined up the whole time, most with stacks of three or four books to give as presents. Assuming that's the scene in every bookstore in America for every night until Christmas, I'll soon be retiring to pursue that life of debauchery I've heard so much about.

And then, this morning, I actually made it onto the local morning TV show, and that seems to have gone well enough. From my side of the camera, at least. For all I know, I had a toddler-sized handprint in blueberry jam on my forehead the whole time. No one mentioning it, because I'm an artist and they thought it was my thing.

Friday, November 27, 2009

New Studio

Joel Priddy has a new studio.I'm writing rent checks again.

Toxic art materials don't mix well with free range toddlers, so I've been limping along without an in-house studio. I tried setting one up at my school office, but an EPA audit nixed that. Now, I've found a perfect little rental exactly halfway between work and home. Can't wait to doll it up and start making art! Or, at least, cartoon pages.

First items moved in: table legs and a framed Will Eisner sketch.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Gift of the Magi Signing

Gift of the Magi, signed and doodled.Wanna buy a copy of Gift of the Magi and then get it scrawled all over by my very hand? I'll be signing and doodling at Burke's Bookstore, Thursday evening, December 3rd, from 7:00 to 9:00. It's part of the Cooper-Young Night Out shindig, so there will be sparkly lights, window display contests, and all kinds of specials at the restaurants and shops. If, you know, me sitting behind a table isn't enough of a draw.

Also, apparently I'm going to be on the television, tomorrow morning. If there's a youtubabale clip, I'll post it here, because you should probably be out Black Fridaying our economy.

edit, 11/27/09: No TV for me. I showed up, but was not on the schedule. Next week, maybe?

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Doodles Done Deadpan

Joel Priddy Does Doodles Deadpan

Gift of the Magi

Joel Priddy's Gift of the MagiThe MCA faculty show has rolled around again! I have a little bit of an issue with how gallery-centric art schools tend to be, so I amuse myself (and certainly only myself) by sticking mass-market reproductions of my work in these shows.

Also, I'm too cheap to have anything framed.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Monday, November 02, 2009

Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft...




Did I mention that The Gift of The Magi is available in all your finest bookstores, November 3rd? Or that it makes the perfect holiday gift in for these troubled times?

Monday, October 26, 2009

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Thursday, October 08, 2009

Monster Month, part 3

old man monsterCreakity-Crotchety-CREEP!

Me, in Public

This morning I did a little drawing presentation at the Adorable Progeny's daycare. I drew of couple animals from the Parade series. Toddlers, it turns out, are a very satisfying audience. They have a lot of enthusiasm, they applaud at the end of each drawing, and if anything looks even remotely like a dinosaur, they're happy.

And what's that sitting on the floor next to me? An advance copy of Gift of the Magi? Why, I hear that makes a great Holiday gift.

Here's a new addition to the Parade, special for the occasion.

Any while I'm posting non-drawings, this is an interview I recently did for Memphis Crossroads Magazine:

Joel Priddy interviewClick to see the full image, words and all!

If you're wondering why I'm standing in the Superman pose, it's because I had just punched that hole in wall behind me. For no reason other than to show I could.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Oh, Crap.

It seems that I have a Facebook, now.

So, in case you like this blog, but find all the pictures kinda off-putting, friend me! All the mundane anecdotes, none of the art!

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Scents of The Spaceways

Here's something I should have mentioned awhile back: This summer I drew a science fiction epic for Opium Magazine. How epic? It contains the following panel:

Of course, I needed to get epic to compete with the issue's cover, which bore the longest story ever told (approximate reading time: 1,000 years).

Issues available online.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

The Golden Age Mighty Tweed

I, of course, am not the first to don herringbone for the betterment of humanity. Dennis Tweed, two-fisted criminologist, was the original Mighty Tweed. His earliest adventures were recorded in the pulp pages of Spicy Haberdashery, along with classic heroes The Devil's Dandy and Ole King Spats.

The Golden Age Tweed eventually made the transition to comics, appearing as a regular back-up feature in Ready-To-Wear Boy's Dungarees Brand Comics (later shortened to Ready Adventure).

Aw, man. Now I want to draw The Devil's Dandy.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

The Mighty Tweed

Is there, for the geek, any form of introspection more elusive than satisfactorily choosing what your super-powers would be? Sure, everyone wants the deluxe all-inclusive Superman package, but then you become just another hyperbolic everyman. But get too specifically self-referential, and you end up with joke powers like "Cosmic Procrastination."

I think I've come up with a nice, elegant suite of powers that would be fun to have, and not entirely useless if I somehow stumbled across, say, an invasion of Lava Monsters.

Whatever super-powers I had, I'd eschew spandex for a nice green tweed suit.

Now, to the powers:

Flight, obviously. The sine qua non of super-powers, right? You don't want to have to ask Hawkman to carry you off by your armpits every time the Justice League takes off, right?

Forcefield, because I'm a coward. I'm not one to grit my teeth and mutter, "Legs... broken. Lungs... mangled. Kidneys... shredded. Must... keep... fighting!" Also, I assume the forcefield keeps me comfortable in all environments, otherwise my wool-clad self would risk heat stroke the first time I responded to an emergency in July.

Infinite Pockets. Not a flashy power, but incredibly useful both on adventures and in day-to-day life. Imagine having absolutely anything you ever had the foresight to shove in your pocket, immediately available! I don't imagine these as TARDIS pockets—that is, pockets of infinite interior dimension—so much as quantum-cloud translators. Anything placed in the pocket becomes an uncollapsed quantum wavefront, a potential object waiting for me to put my hand in my pocket and bring it back into concrete Newtonian reality. This has the handy side effect of preserving the objects in their original state. So, if I put a straight-from-the-oven apple pie in my pocket, and pull it out ten years later, it'd still be piping hot and fresh.

I'm undecided if I can claim that this power also includes being able to recall all the things I've ever put in the pockets, or if I'd have to keep detailed records of the millions of objects I stashed away.

(Also, I have no interest in being told how poorly I'm treating quantum theory. If radioactive spider-bites don't cause cancer, then quantum theory can give me infinite pockets.)

So, there you have it: I AM THE MIGHTY TWEED!