I like cartoons. I mean, who does not.
They represent an epoch of innocence that only lasts about 10 years where each and every story kicks off with 'Once upon a time ' and concludes with 'happily ever after. '
The End.
Or is it?
I have fond recollections of rising early before juniour high solely to gaze in awe in front of the telly and watch Tom & Jerry run around chasing themselves.
Or hilarious characters in the vein of Dick Dastardly and his fighter pilot hound Muttley, with that cheeky bark-cum-laugh hi hi hi hi hi hi hi!
Thanks to those inventive Warner Bros, mums and dads around the world taught their children about the birds and the bees with cats and dogs.
And panthers, mice, roosters, bears, ducks, rabbits. In fact , it looked, anything but a real human.
And who can forget Bugs Bunny's gusto for carrots, Wiley Coyote's obsession with ACME bombs, and Pepe Le Pew's incessant sexual charges at anything with a heart beat.
Come to think about it, those cunning cartoonists were prepping us small rug rats for life in (and beyond) the playground.
If you take away the cute characters, whimsical music and of course, the breakfast timeslot, you had an adult grand narrative of Food, Hate and Love that was fed daily into susceptible minds together with Coco Pops, full cream milk and that mesmerising melody of 'snap, crackle and pop. '
I'm not sure which was more saccharine - the Fruit Loops or the Loony Tunes?
Sunday morning television sure was a regular Animal Farm. (And no, not the one you are thinking).
You learned the facts of life from cartoons - way before The Facts Of Life was first aired in the late 70's!
Then there was that bizarre collection of blue creatures called The Smurfs who lived in a wondrous forest and ate wondrous mushrooms (or was that the writers of the show?). Let's not forget this was way before The Blue Man Group - and a lot more fascinating, if you ask me.
I mean, where in any society does there exist a tribe composed from just one female and a seemingly unending supply of males, controlled by the one they call "Papa"?
I suspect that is where the phrase 'Who's your daddy ' had its roots, but that is surely another subject altogether.
The point is, whether you may be a big kid or a little kid, cartoons, comics and illustrations are always heaps of fun.
It doesn't matter if you happen to be watching them on the telly or watching s skilled cartoonist draw a caricature: a creative illustration, a black and white sketch, or a creative doodle can take us all back to that golden time of innocence.
Ha ha, I said doodle.
They represent an epoch of innocence that only lasts about 10 years where each and every story kicks off with 'Once upon a time ' and concludes with 'happily ever after. '
The End.
Or is it?
I have fond recollections of rising early before juniour high solely to gaze in awe in front of the telly and watch Tom & Jerry run around chasing themselves.
Or hilarious characters in the vein of Dick Dastardly and his fighter pilot hound Muttley, with that cheeky bark-cum-laugh hi hi hi hi hi hi hi!
Thanks to those inventive Warner Bros, mums and dads around the world taught their children about the birds and the bees with cats and dogs.
And panthers, mice, roosters, bears, ducks, rabbits. In fact , it looked, anything but a real human.
And who can forget Bugs Bunny's gusto for carrots, Wiley Coyote's obsession with ACME bombs, and Pepe Le Pew's incessant sexual charges at anything with a heart beat.
Come to think about it, those cunning cartoonists were prepping us small rug rats for life in (and beyond) the playground.
If you take away the cute characters, whimsical music and of course, the breakfast timeslot, you had an adult grand narrative of Food, Hate and Love that was fed daily into susceptible minds together with Coco Pops, full cream milk and that mesmerising melody of 'snap, crackle and pop. '
I'm not sure which was more saccharine - the Fruit Loops or the Loony Tunes?
Sunday morning television sure was a regular Animal Farm. (And no, not the one you are thinking).
You learned the facts of life from cartoons - way before The Facts Of Life was first aired in the late 70's!
Then there was that bizarre collection of blue creatures called The Smurfs who lived in a wondrous forest and ate wondrous mushrooms (or was that the writers of the show?). Let's not forget this was way before The Blue Man Group - and a lot more fascinating, if you ask me.
I mean, where in any society does there exist a tribe composed from just one female and a seemingly unending supply of males, controlled by the one they call "Papa"?
I suspect that is where the phrase 'Who's your daddy ' had its roots, but that is surely another subject altogether.
The point is, whether you may be a big kid or a little kid, cartoons, comics and illustrations are always heaps of fun.
It doesn't matter if you happen to be watching them on the telly or watching s skilled cartoonist draw a caricature: a creative illustration, a black and white sketch, or a creative doodle can take us all back to that golden time of innocence.
Ha ha, I said doodle.
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