16" x 24"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.


Sorry if some of you think this illustration is just creepy. It is, but I'm just trying to stay true to the musical. Check my previous post to read more on this.
Yesterday, I watched the Broadway production of Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street with my family. I decided to do a creepy, stylized version of the impeccably shaved serial killer for my sketchbook. A great thing about being a Concordia art student is that I have to produce work prolifically. I'm hoping to add some color to this ink drawing on the computer and get some experience using my tablet pen.

This is an example from my daily sketchbook for Drawing 103. Now that I've started as a freshman at Concordia, I'm getting a chance to do lots of art, but not much time for comic strips right now. . .Don't worry, though! Comics are on the way, once I can squeeze in spare time. I might even be able to publish in our school newspaper, The Sower.
I'm at a Target, I see a Darth Vader action figure, I read the label: WARNING! Choking Hazard! Bingo! There's the strip. THANK YOU GOD!

Here is a portrait I drew of Tom Waits as a young man. Tom Waits is a musician with the most distinctive voice you will ever hear. He has had a moderately successful career and was nominated for an Oscar for his soundtrack of the movie One from the Heart. He has also done some acting. (Trivia tidbit: he played Captain Hook on Shrek 2.)
Just for Saint Patrick's day, here's a drawing of a four-leaf clover!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
(Note: I wrote this story while on a high school field trip to Wesleyan Writer's Workshop. We were all asked to write a story based on someone we had met. Austen Getner and I were both black belts in the same ATA martial arts academy. He was very short for his age, but never let it bother him, and he had an infectious personality.)
This is a scratchboard portrait of my dog, Quincy. A scratchboard is a white board covered in black ink. By using special tools, you scratch away the ink revealing the white underneath, so it's like drawing in reverse. It's a difficult medium because it is almost impossible to correct mistakes. I love how doleful Quincy looks in this picture. He is a great dog.
Anton Chekhov was a Russian writer in the late nineteenth century. He is most famous for his plays and numerous short stories. Popular playwrite Niel Simon based his hilarious play, The Good Doctor, on these short stories.
I doubt there is any character in literature more fun to caricature than Horace Rumpole. Rumpole is a frumpy British barrister, and the central figure of John Mortimer's Rumpole short stories. Rumpole is old, weathered, skilled at cross-examination, enjoys the occasional cheroot and bottle of Pommeroy's plonk, and is fond of reminicing about his greatest success: the Penge Bulgalow Murders, which he won "alone and without a leader!" The Rumpole stories are a must-read for those interested in the legal profession, or for anyone who loves a good mystery, especially Sherlock Holmes. Or you might check out the television series, with the great Leo McKern as Rumpole.
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)