“See you in the next cartoon.” That’s what a friend of mine said as he was about to go and live in Australia several years ago and I’ve always thought that’s a whole lot better than goodbye. It’s popped into my mind again these last few weeks as my wife, Jo and myself have taken our first tentative steps into the world of comic cons. We’d been thinking for a while it could be a good way to get my illustrative work out there and actually get talking face to face to other Hallowe’en lovers like ourselves. At the very least, it would be fun, right?
We dipped our toes in the water in the Enniskillen Comic Fest which friends of ours were organising and I painted set pieces for. That led on to Q-Con in Belfast and finally, MCM Comic Con last weekend in Dublin.
For everyone who knows me and I do mean everyone, the subject matter for this blog will come as no surprise. It’s October so it can mean only one thing, I’ve gone Hallowe’en crazy. For a lot of people, Christmas is the highlight of the year but not for me, it comes in as a pale second to the 31st October – All Hallow’s Eve.
Over the past two years my love for the witching season has begun to creep into my art, well, creep is putting it mildly, it’s crawling all over it and I think the formation of horror punks, Cadaver Club has only encouraged and sped along that process. The whole idea of Cadaver Club is rooted in Hallowe’en. We dress up in deathly costumes and write songs that would breathe new life into the coldest of corpses. We take great pleasure in writing nasty, cruel lyrics and stitching them onto the best hand clapping, toe tapping, finger snapping punk rock we can come up with. If it doesn’t have a tune we bury it.
Well it’s safe to say, in Ireland this year, we’ve had NO summer.
Now I know we like to say that every year but this time it’s true. I can’t remember a non-season like this – ever. It does, however have it’s perks…
For people such as myself who come to life when the winds are howling, blowing leaves about like confetti and carrying with them THAT smell, the smell of Autumn, this year we can embrace it with no guilt, no shame and no sorrow for what we leave behind…and no-one can say a word!
I was born in the Autumn and I’m pretty sure that has coloured my perception of it because even though it meant going back to school which was the worst thing imaginable, right slap bang in the middle of it was my birthday. Not only that but my favourite day of the entire year lay in wait as Autumn turned the world orange, red and gold. That day is of course, Hallowe’en.