Attention, citizens!

November is gone.
The last line of defense against the Xmas onslaught has fallen.
The martial law of Constant Joy will be imposed immediately.Any citizen caught in the open without shopping bags, Christmas loan and/or a spouse, will be executed (and of course it will look like a suicide).
Any individual caught writing or distributing pessimistic material with the purpose of disturbing the shopping spree of the populace, will be thrown alive in a den full of shopkeepers who waited a whole year to make some profit.
Oh, and if anyone spots a certain bearded individual with holes in hands and a thorn crown, please contact us immediately.The poor fellow has escaped from the mental institution where he is held for his own good.The friendly stuff had prepared him a birthday cake and stuff, but the rebellious rascal run away,in violation of our mutual agreement to release him for a week during the Easter period.
Merry Christmas, citizens.Wear your smile at all times, it will keep you safe from trouble.

Ah, the sweet innocence of youth!

They say that what makes a good cartoonist is "the precision of a surgeon combined with the instincts of a butcher".
As this comic I unearthed from my teen years attests,I got at least half of what it takes.Anyone willing to pose as a patient,will be congratulated from the cartoon community for helping me achieve the other half.
(Don't worry...my methods have somewhat improved since then.Boy,what the hell was going through my head at the time?)

Winter is here!

Ho-ho-ho!

With Christmas a month away (something that the commercial world chooses to ignore),I thought that I should post this preview to help get in the right mood:

Now, therein lies a story:

On the night previous to the event, two of the British cartoonists discovered that they had the very same idea for a cartoon! So, instead of dragging each other to Court as a proper Greek should do, they decided to do completeley different cartoons for the event, and work together on the one they both had envisioned.This is the one: the first ever collaboration of Dave Brown and Martyn Turner!

...And this here...

Is one of my participations in the event.

"Ok, kids..hand over your drawings"

And here is a glimpse of some of the finished cartoons.



The cartoonists who participated were the following:
1.Feggo (Felipe Galindo)
USA/Mexico
2.Gianni Allegra
Italy
3.Antonio Moreira Antunes
Portugal
4.Florin Balaban
Luxembourg/Rumania
5.Dave Brown
U.K.
6.Florian Doru Crihana
Romania
7.Andy Davey
U.K.
8.Xoaquin Marin Formoso
Spain
9.Ferdinand Guiraud
France
10.Jens Hage
Denmark
11.Riber HanssonSweden
12.Tom Janssen
The Netherlands
13.Adam Korpak
Finland
14.Peter Nieuwendijk
The Netherlands
15.Roger Penwill
U.K.
16.Marlene Pohle
Germany
17 Dusan Reljic
Greece/Serbia
18.Robert Rousso
France
19.Juli Sanchis (HARCA)
Spain
20.Ivailo Tchvetkov
Bulgaria
21.Martyn Turner
Ireland
22.Bob Vincke
Belgium
23.Maurice Zabuski
France

Greeks:
1.Anastasiou Tasos
2.Vassilis Mitropoulos (BAS)
3.Cherouveim Vangelis
4.Dermentzoglou Yiannis
5.Derveniotis Spiros
6.Dranis Yiannis
7.Ioannou Yiannis
8.Kalaitzis Yiannis
9.Kountouris Michalis
10.Makris Elias
11.Maragos Panos
12.Ornerakis Spiros
13.Papageorgiou Vasilis
14.Pavlidis Vangelis
15.Petroulakis Andreas
16.Nikolopoulos Antonis (Soloup)
17.Stavropoulos Stathis
18.Vlachos Kostas
19.Xenou Efi
20.Zervos Petros

Class of '05

These are some pictures from the workshop where we produced the cartoons based on the theme "Politics and mask". The crayons, the tables, the pranks...the anonymous commentator of the previous post was right: this was kindergarden all right!

Masked Avengers

After succesfully terrorizing the President of Democracy, the bloodthirsty cartoonists went to Patras,for this event, which i will describe in more details (photos and all) in the upcoming post.Stay cartuned.

A visit to the President

Εverybody thinks that a visit to the President of Democracy is a boring formal event with rigid protocol and fake politeness for the sake of photographers.
Far from it.
First of all,there was a certain amount of pleasure paramount to sexual enjoyment at the sight of a frightened president who suddenly found himself facing 50 political cartoonists from every corner of the earth.If you want to know how that feels, just dress yourself as a duck and go visit the Rifle Association.
After that, things went smoother.The President, still dressed in his pajamas (anyone can attest that the
Cartoonists are an Early Morning crowd) shared dirty jokes with the women and cooking recipes with the men (or was it the other way around?Yes, come to think of it I believe he shared men with the cooking recipe's-or something ).
When the intruding cameras left, he presented that special home made wine he distills himself down in the Presidental Cellars, and ordered the live chicken we brought as a goodwill gesture to be prepared for either roasting or sexual amusement, depending on one's personal tastes.
After that, everything became a haze of half remembered images.At some point five of us went to write the phone numbers of those not present on the walls of the Presidential W.C. Someone else had gotten really cozy with the First Lady in the room where we left our coats.
Other highlights include the President dancing with his underwear on his head, the police ringing the bell because some neighbor complained about the noise, and someone's wife protesting loudly that cartoonists are known for their ability to complete everything in very little time-with the emphasis on "everything".
At some point, the President kindly asked for our permission to go upstairs and die because he had a little too much to drink.He asked us to "just switch off the lights when we leave", and "oh, if the President of Hlebonia or something showed up, just give him an unmolested chicken and give him a backrub-that always does the trick"-and off he went, just in time before he spilled his guts on the Presidential carpet.
Of course you 'll say that everything except the first two paragraphs are a complete fabrication from my part, but then again I have 50 witnesses to back me up.

French Fries

"French fries" or "Freedom Fries"?
You decide-how should one call the cars burning in the suburbs of Paris?

Fwench Wevolution

I guess it's just a matter of time before someone in the French government comes up with the idea to bomb the troublemakers with sick chicken,in order to permanently get rid of them while giving the impression that "they are doing something for the poor", so just remember you read it here first, ok?

Meanwhile, in "Fortress Europe"...

The End of Days

The title refers to the story I made for "comix calendar 2006", one of 12 stories made by some of the the finest Greek comic artists.