
Graphite and color pencil.
Welcome to the Bob 'n Joe weblog. This blog features art and a comic strip written and drawn by Josh Duncan, a teenage cartoonist. Joe is an intelligent, polite young man, and Bob is a more sullen, sarcastic guy. Despite their polar personalities, they're the best of friends. I hope you enjoy reading it.
Ireland is a country in which the probable never happens and the impossible
always does.— Sir John Pentland Mahaffy
Ireland is a small but insuppressible island half an hour nearer the sunset
than Great Britain.— Thomas Kettle “On Crossing the Irish Sea”
Cast your mind on other days
That we in coming days may be
Still the indomitable Irishry.— W.B. Yeats
One of those wild swashbucklers in a masque -
Hat with three plumes, and doublet with six points -
His cloak behind him over his long sword
Cocked, like the tail of a strutting Chanticleer -
Prouder than all the swaggering Tamburlaines
Hatched out of Gascony. And to complete
This Punchinello figure - such a nose! -
My lords, there is no such nose as that nose -
(Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac, Brian Hooker
Translation, Act I)
. . .it was a face unlike any Harry had ever seen. It looked as though it had been carved out of weathered wood by someone who had only the vaguest idea of what human faces are supposed to look like, and was none to skilled with a chisel. Every inch of skin seemed to be scarred. The mouth looked like a diagonal gash, and a large chunk of the nose was missing. But it was the man's eyes that made him frightening.
One of them was small, dark, and beady. The other was large, round as a coin, and a vivid, electric blue. (J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, 184-185)