About Ruttan

photo by Rick Gagnon

Cheerier than last time. That's a relief. That last bio, intro, whatever you want to call it, was up for so long. It marks a darker period in my life, which I think I've crawled out of now. Not that there hasn't been a lot happening since then and now. There was me getting hit by ice, a year ago, outside of the Foufounes Electriques. This incident Karine Church immortalised in the cartoon below.


Then there was me as an extra in a big-budget medieval movie, an interesting experience which lasted all last summer long. Some wonderful snaps from that. I don't know if they are legal to put up, because the company had signs saying "no cameras allowed" all over the entrances to the set, but everyone took cameras all the same. Interesting scene started when someone got his picture taken with the stars, and then all of the cameras came out and clicked clicked clicked.

Laurent, Ron, myself, and Joe, as peasants in front of Castle La Roque

Jack the Wizard

A bit skinny for an English Guard

In the service of a French Seigneur

This experience is something I want to write about, that is, when I get writing again. It's been scary, being a writer who doesn't write much. But as Anne Diamond suggested, it's not to worry about. It will come when it wants to. Most of the time I've spent drawing cartoons, and filling up sketchbooks. Now that I've got more space for the website you'll be seeing more of these.

Really, I feel much healthier than I have been, and cosy with myself. It's not a matter of change, but rather of growth, I think. I passed the terrible year of forty, when I thought all good things were behind me, I missed my chance, and all there was to look forward to was decline. Still a lot of cool things left to do, and my powers are increasing, rather than the other way around. Drawings are getting more baroque, dense and detailed. Unfortunately, one thing I've lost getting so immersed in them is the knack of storytelling. I'll work on that, I promise. It used to be so interesting to start something and not know where it was going to end up. So many possibilities. That still happens, but because the drawings are drawn for myself, expressing my private reactions, they don't always explain themselves for other people.

The "Skinny Nameless Punk" strips do, but maybe that's because I do them with the collaboration of another, Richard Gagnon, who has so generously donated the web space that allows me to maunder on like this, graphically, and in print. I'm going to try to set up a whole lot of other web gimmicks to make the site more fresh.

So, that's all for this go around. It's hard to write these, because they attempt to cover spans of time, and I don't like doing that very often. I mean, what is there to happen between this and the next time I write? (nothing too dire, I hope) I'll probably want to patch this up, and remove the more awkward aspects, but another part of me wants to send it, let whatever happen. I don't think I could manage a blog. There isn't that much I want to tell a lot of people. Here, I don't know. It's for those who click that link, and then read down to here. Well, I think the pictures are interesting.


Sketch of yours truly done by nice girl during another
movie extra gig, transposed onto eggplant.

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