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On Barry Windsor-Smith, and on Art Ownership

Barry Windsor-Smith began his career drawing early issues of Conan the Barbarian for Marvel comics. At that time he was creditted as Barry Smith, and legend has it that he was paid peanuts for this assignment, he accepted the assignment because he had been thrown out of his hotel, and he was working off park benches. The artist John Buscema, who followed Windsor-Smith’s 24 issue run on Conan with a mindboggling 166-issue run once said – “I know what (Barry) got paid (for Conan), and I’d be embarrassed to tell you how much it was, because I’d be embarrassed for Marvel.” But low pay notwithstanding, Barry Windsor-Smith , influenced by illustrators like Frank Frazetta (the man who drew the first popular representation of the sullen Barbarian, the long haired-muscular version that endures to this day) brought in a style and a story-telling capacity to Marvel’s adaptation of the pulp hero that would go on to define his career. He soon left Marvel comics, and went on to establish himself as a fantasy artist. He set up a commune called The Studio in the 1970s, along with fellow-artists Michael Kaluta, Jeff Jones and Bernie Wrightson, all of whom were superstar artists in their own right.

In the eighties, Barry Windsor-Smith would return to comics, writing and illustrating a Machine Man miniseries for Marvel and the acclaimed Weapon X origin story for Wolverine. (Way, way better than the limp Origin that came out much later) He also created the character Rune for Valiant comics in the 90’s, and also illustrated a couple of issues Archer and Armstrong. A stint at Dark Horse followed, with a line of original graphic novels such as Adastra in Africa and The Freebooters.

Windsor-Smith maintains a site which sells his work directly. Most of the work you will find for sale are really high-priced, even the sketches going above 500$ each. Makes a lot of sense actually, because he is a modern master.

But consider this, a recent update on his site sets a condition on people interested in buying his art. A Transfer and Sale agreement is included as a downloadable form, which the buyer must fill in and send to BWS Studios, after which he is allowed possession of the art. The terms include:

RETRANSFER: If Purchaser in any way whatsoever sells, gives, or trades the Work, if it is inherited from Purchaser, or if a third party pays compensation for its destruction, Purchaser (or the representative of his estate) must within thirty (30) days:

1. Pay Artist fifteen (15) % of the “gross art profit,” if any, on the transfer; and
2. Get the new owner to ratify this contract by signing a properly filled-out “Transfer Agreement and Record” (TAR); and
3. Deliver the signed TAR to the Artist;
4. “Gross art profit” for this contract means only: “Agreed value” on a TAR less the “agreed value” on the last prior TAR, or (if there hasn’t been a prior resale) less the agreed value in Paragraph I of this contract.
5. e. “Agreed value” to be filled in on each TAR shall be the actual sale price if the Work is sold for money or the fair market value at the time, if transferred any other way.

There are other clauses, including a Notice of Exhibition clause that makes it mandatory for the buyer to inform the artist if he’s exhibiting the work in a show, and an Artist’s Exhibition clause, by which the artist may show the work for 60 days once every five years, at a non-profit venue, and with prior notice to the buyer. The artist may also have access to photographing the work at any time, and will not allow destruction, restoration or reproduction of his work.

Needless to say, comic art collectors, quite a few of them, are peeved at caveats attached to what most people would consider a simple monetary exchange. Most of them say they would refuse to sign such a document even if the art came cheap or free, though there are some who see no problem with agreeing to all the conditions.

This makes an interesting point about conditional ownership, I thought. Especially taking into consideration the volatile, herd-driven status of the collectibles market.

Consider this case: Artist A sells one piece from comic The Amazing WhamBamPowMan to collector X for 200$. In two years, A goes on to win multiple awards with his Amazing WhamBanPowMan series, and becomes “hot”. Collector Y wants to own certain art pieces by A and finds out that X owns the piece that he wants the most. X refuses to sell him the piece. Y has got deep pockets, and X opts to go for “crazy money”, a term derisively used in comic art collecting for insanely-high amounts quoted by collectors for pieces they own, to discourage buyers from pestering them, and partly to push the envelope. (One famous instance of “crazy money” is artist Kevin Eastman’s announcement about the artwork for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles#1 being on sale. The asking price? One million dollars.) Coming back to our discussion, X quotes a four figure sum to Y, say, 6000$ for that single page. Y obliges. Where does that leave the artist? If he had held on to his artwork for some more time, he would have made 6000$! Taking this a bit further, Y goes on to sell to another collector for 10000$. And remember, this is not a long-term happening, it’s a 5-year, maximum 10-year time difference between all these transactions happening. All the parties concerned are still alive and kicking.

“Yes,” you might say. “But all said and done, artist A is still working. He can paint and sell his pieces at higher rates, forget the older piece. Life goes on.” The problem here is that there’s a nostalgia value attached to a certain piece of comicbook art – which is what makes every page so unique. Think about Steve Bissette/John Totleben’s run on Swamp Thing, or David Lloyd’s on V For Vendetta. Later works by these artists would not appreciate as much as a page from either of these two series would.

Personally, I think it makes quite a bit of sense for an artist, especially an artist who is so sellable, to attach such a condition on his work. Look at it this way, if a collector is buying art as a short-term investment, he will look elsewhere. Potential touts, people who lap up art by hot fringe artists to make a killing later will be discouraged, to an extent. The “crazy money” mentality might also come down a bit. All in all, I find this an encouraging step for those collectors who love the artists’ work, and who view the art as something that can be exhibited on their walls for quite some time. A recent trend has been that the “hot” artists price their original artwork rather high in the first place. For the price of an Enrique Breccia Swamp Thing piece or a John Cassaday Astonishing X-Men splash, you can actually buy quite a bit of artwork by seventies masters like Gil Kane and John Buscema. The reason for the high price, of course, is to make sure that the artist does not lose out on the money the seller will make on the piece if it’s initially priced low, and goes on to become “hot”.

Now let me just go back drool over BWS art pieces.

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A Father Knows His Child’s Heart, as Only a Child Can Know His Father’s

I just finished reading 28 volumes of Lone Wolf and Cub. Rereading, rather – I had completed reading the scanned versions sometime last year (well, alright, also the 45 issues that First Comics had reprinted in the eighties, and which I had bought earlier. ). But that was not sustained reading, I was reading the early volumes at the rate at which the kind brainz was downloading them off Emule ( One volume every four days, downloaded to his server, from where I would have to download it to my computer at home, on a painfully erratic 64 kbps connection) And then I discovered bit-torrent, and found the first 23 volumes in a single gigatorrent. Got them, read them all, and stalked zcultfm patiently until volumes 24-28 were uploaded by some samaritan.

I bought the complete lot off eBay last December, from a guy in London at a ridiculously low buy-it-now price, and he waived shipping charges for the lot if I could arrange a personal pickup. My sister came to the rescue, but the books were stuck with her until last week. Oh, the agony. The irony being that bookstores in India began stocking Lone Wolf and Cub volumes since February. Yes, I could have bought them all here, but they would have cost me a lot more, and not all of them were…ahem….first prints.

I finished the first 13 volumes in a single sitting at Delhi airport, taking occasional tomato soup-and-coffee breaks to soothe the hyper-charged mind. Could not really continue with the rest when I got back to Hyderabad, but managed to get to volume 20 by yesterday. Could not control myself any longer, and finished the last 8 volumes today. And now there is this melancholy feeling that refuses to go away – you understand the feeling, right, the thought of “darn, why did it have to end?” and “What do I do next?” and the general hangover of the journey itself, nearly 9000 pages with Ogami Itto and Daigoro on the road to Meifumado.

I could rave about the series and Koike and Kojima’s storytelling prowess, but I am just. Too. Blown. Away right now.

Which reminds me, I also finished eight out of ten volumes of Samurai Executioner, also by the same creators – ironically, the fate of Yamada Asaemon, the titular character of Samurai Executioner is revealed in one of the early volumes of Lone Wolf and Cub. If you find volumes eight and nine of the series, do let me know. Those are the ones I do not have right now – Blossom bookstore in Bangalore stocks Samurai Executioner only until volume 7, while the shop I went to in Delhi had volume 10, but no volume 8 and 9. Darn.

What am I going to read next? Easy. Osamu Tezuka’s Buddha, four volumes of which I bought in Delhi, and which I have been dying to read ever since Andrew Arnold raved about them on Time.com. This will be my first Tezuka, and from what I have seen so far, is going to be quite a different read from both Lone Wolf and Samurai Executioner. Now if only I find the next four volumes without much of a fuss….

Quick trivia: Goseki Kojima and Osamu Tezuka were born on the same day – November 3, 1928. What Enishi!

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The Best Indian Comic Strip, ever

Manjula Padmanabhan’s Suki is the greatest comic you will ever read in India.

I was introduced to Manjula Padmanabhan’s work through Target, the children’s magazine (emphasis on “the”). Now, of course, she’s rather well-known for her play Harvest, for she won an Aristotle Onassis award, and for the children’s books Mouse Attack and Mouse Invaders ( I have both, thanks!) Did not get Suki until last year, and oh my god, I was blown away. This strip deserves respect, and a lot of our attention, so go right ahead and check out one of the collections.It’s witty, it’s completely whimsical, it’s exquisitely drawn, and it’s SO Indian! The strip is full of puns, visual humor, absurdist comedy, and grounded characters all of which feel very universal. I am reminded of beloved strips like Bloom County and Pogo. A huge part of the appeal of the comic is the wonderful hand-lettered dialogue, which almost take on a personality of their own. Look at how the line width changes in the different panels, as Suki gets more and more engrossed in her words. And check out that lovely signature!

I was lucky enough to find a copy of the original Duckfoot Press release of This is Suki, from where these scans have been taken. Penguin has recently released a copy of “Double Talk: The Best of Suki”, it’s priced slightly on the higher side (Rs 250) and available in all fine bookstores everywhere.

I thnk this was in the introduction to the collection – it seems not too many people “got” Suki when the strips came out, in the Sunday Observer in 1982. So there used to be loads of letters of complaint from readers who would yell at the editor for allowing such tripe to run in the periodical. Grrrr. Stupid, stupid rat creatures.

Want to check out more Suki? Check out Ms Padmanabhan’s blog, where she posts the occasional Suki strip. *Sigh* What I wouldn’t do to get one of the original pages….

And just to show you that the lady knows her comics, here’s a slightly-old Rediff article by her about female characters in comicbooks, and her favourite.

On an aside, another cartoonist I remember from Target was Mala Marwah, who did a strip right below the letters’ page. Damned if I remember the name, will just have to go home and flip through my copies. Anyone know what the name of the strip was? It was something like Baiju-Bawra, or maybe a pun on those names.

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Moochwala, Retief, Holiday.

It’s s a good day when you find a Detective Moochwala collection – one of those Lost Childhood Treasures – in a forgotten corner of a bookshop. Getting it for twenty rupees is an added bonus, true.

This is the part I go into a nostalgia session about Target and Ajit Ninan Matthew and Mooch and Pooch and names like Besan Lal and Bhujiya Singh and Inspector Doodhmalai, but what the heck, fuck it. I am not in the mood for nostalgia right now.

Another interesting find was a hardcover graphic novel called Retief!, based on a sci-fi series I had come across once on the Baen bookshelf. The character was created by a gentleman named Keith Laumer, and Baen has an interesting write-up on him, mirrored in the foreword to the graphic novel. What interested me more than anything else was the artist – Dennis Fujitake – whose earlier collaboration with Jan Strnad, a comic about a dog-faced alien named Dalgoda was another Lost Childhood Treasure, picked up at second (and first) hand bookshops in Guwahati. Fujitake’s style is a clean, warm cross between Moebius’s linework on The Incal and Varley’s soft colours on Ronin (in Dalgoda, that is. This one is black-and-white.) Yummy!

I heard Ranjit Barot’s soundtrack to Holiday last night, from a colleague’s MP3 CD I whacked. Awesome stuff, really, and just to prove that I support good music regardless of its non-Rahman antecedents, went and bought the CD at lunchtime today. All the songs sung by very aptly-chosen singers – Ranjot Barot’s vocals on ‘Aashiyan’ worth the price of the CD alone. A quick look at the liner notes – not too much of it, unfortunately; too many pictures of Dino Morea and whoever that lady is, along with a couple of obligatory beach-babes in bikinis and a happy-grinny family – reveals that the saxophone solos were by Raghav Sachar. This uncanny Sax-man is the multi-instrumentalist who released a catchy remix album about a year back, full of instrumentals of Asha Bhonsle cabaret numbers, and one that I cannot seem to find anywhere anymore. His latest album sounded very electronic the first time I sampled it, so wasn’t too interested. Acoustic drums by Mr Barot himself, flute by Navin. Dominique Carejo’s voice appears on a semi-English song, which gets very embarassingly Celine Dion at times, but manages to stay right in the groove. The bulk of the female vocals are by Shreya Ghoshal, and the lady’s rocksteady success rate is starting to scare me. All in all, an album that manages to stay in tune without veering into item-number territory. Market logistics dictate the presence of an obligatory dance remix of ‘Aashiyan’, however, and DJ Nasha does the …umm…honours.

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Of quizzing, and happy coincidences.

What have I been doing?

I conducted a couple of quizzes over the last month. Two of them were for IIT Kanpur, for their cultural festival Antaragni ’05. One (and a quarter) was were for IIM Indore’s management festival IRIS. They went off quite well, or so I would like to think. Met a lot of familiar and new faces over the trips. Happily enough, even the lych-worthy theme rounds were happily received, and that warms the cockles of my heart. ( That was just a figure of speech, I really don’t know what cockles are, and if they are associated with the heart, so whether they are warm or cool doesn’t really matter, because I wouldn’t know. Just saying…)

Though I am generally in varying levels of nervousness before a quiz I do ( the nerviness dissipates only when the quiz is halfway over, and as I reverse the direction of the questions, nobody faints or tries to lynch me.), there was one quiz in particular that made me shake in my shoes. It was the one I did for Class IV students, and it makes me sweat just to think of the fact that it required THREE tie-breaker rounds to figure out which teams got what prize. It is extremely unnerving for the quizmaster when he sees that someone who has answered his question (after standing up, and raising one’s hand even as the question is being read out) also breaks into a war-dance that would put a Native American Indian to shame. And that’s after every question, trust me. It also frightens me when students from Class III, when told that the round was going to be a flag round, start yelling “Eeeeeeeeeeeasy.” and proceed to crack every answer. Note to self – tougher questions the next time.

Did a comics quiz for the KQA yesterday. Note to self: scratch off one of life’s TODOs. Pretty good response, and really good answering by all the teams. Added to the already-generous official prize by adding a couple of comics DVDs/CDs as incentives. There, serioussam, that was me doing my bit for comics evangelism. Graphic Rampage ( for that was its name, precious) was followed by the Ganesh Nayak memorial quiz, conducted by tandavdancer, sonataindica, and their partner-in-criminally-good-quizzing Rajat. Blighters put paid to my no-excessive-geekery-in-the-comics-quiz rule by doing a seven question Sandman theme. One that I cracked at the fifth question, but refused to answer until Mother Teresa’s Racist Doglovers did so first. The propah excuse to make is that they were tagging behind our team by 5 points, and I didn’t want to upset the status quo. But the real reason was that other than Tori Amos, I could not figure out any way to connect the theme. How did I know it was Sandman? Because there is no way that Tori Amos can lead to anything ( or anyone) else in a quiz, other than Neil Gaiman. One of life’s little secrets, and the reason why I stayed away from Ms Amos in the comics quiz. Mwahahahahaha.

The whole question-setting/DVD-burning exercise added much to my stress levels on Saturday, which is probably the reason I fell asleep at 11:30 PM last night. One Perfectly Healthy Sunday night wasted – oh, the inhumanity of it all!

Frightening Coincidences Department

Ok, so last Wednesday night, I decide to read Miller’s Born Again arc off my hard disk. The reason why I hadn’t read this so far was that my Miller-Daredevil download, way back when downloads were at home in Hyderabad, comprised only issues 158-191. Managed to transfer the remaining issues ( 219, which I had owned and read way back, 227-233) from Sam when I was in Delhi, and yeah, so I read them at one go. Life was good, and the next day I came and checked out eBay prices. Just in case, you know.

Thursday Evening. A cursory trip to Magazines, Brigade Road’s gift to humankind along with Bookworm. (Blossom is exempted from the “gifts” category, and adds itself to the “necessary evil” part of the catalogue. ) Actually, I was on the way home from a trip to Bookworm, having bought a hardcover copy of Song of Susannah for a decent price, and Anthony Lane’s Nobody is Perfect, a collection of movie reviews and miscellaneous writings by the New Yorker reviewer ( trivia: where does the book get its title from?) Dropped into Magazines on a sudden impulse, and the guy tugs me by the sleeve and leads me to a corner stacked with Mojo and Uncut magazines, complete with CDs and astoundingly-high price tags. While I am still gasping for breath, he tugs at the other sleeve and leads me to the other corner of the shop, with the magic words “New comics.” And boy, oh boy, are they new or what! Get myself a stack of Supermans some two-three months old, a couple of JMS Spiderman issues, loads of Gotham Knights and Catwomans, when he brings out one more stack – which happen to be in packs of 5 each. I point out that because there’s no discount on the combo packs, he might as well open them up and display them as single issues – we comic-buyers always like to see what we are buying, right? As always, my powers of persuasion have the desired effect, and he slices open all 37-odd packs. At this juncture, I was about to go bill the comics I had selected ( along with a couple of Heavy Metal back-issues) when some familiar images peek out from the lot he’s diligently tagging. YES YES YESSSSSS! Issues 231, 232 and 233 of Daredevil, the ones I had read just the night before. More near-fainting spells ensue when I see the other comics in the lot – which include random issues of V For Vendetta, Elektra: Assassin, The ‘Nam, and Micronauts. (Yes, I love Michael Golden.) Had to pay 35 Rs per comic, but was worth it, really.

At the end of it all, I had to pay an auto-driver ten rupees extra to get the whole bundle back home. 99 comics, 3 magazines ( I totally ignored the Mojo/Uncut lot that evening), and two thick books. Now that was a night to remember.

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