Another Post-it sketchbook is filled

Since I started making an effort to publish a new Post-it note every day, these books have been filling up a lot faster! I filled up my latest sketchbook in February, and it covers the time from Summer 2015 to now. It’s like watching my life flash before my eyes!

Ricky goes to Rio

Maybe I’m becoming a closeted sports fan?

doublefaultEvery summer for the past several years I’ve been wondering why all the people around me who support sports teams throughout the year go off to music festivals in the summer, while I prefer to stay at home listening to Wimbledon.

Yet I continue listen to Wimbledon while I work. Then the notion of summer sports ambience expands to the Tour De France, and as part of trying to figure out how on earth this sport works, I’m left wondering what the hell mining explosives suppliers and unopened hotels are doing sponsoring professional sports teams.

The next thing I know, it’s a Summer Olympics year and I’m watching that too.

The Olympics is a kind of madness though

Two weeks where hundreds of people from all over the planet gather to show off how they’re really really good at doing some really obscure (usually) physical thing, and the BBC is dedicating dozens of channels to presenting it all live for the nation’s bafflement!

Steele Johnson? Seriously?I find myself watching Synchronised Diving, wondering why they made an insanely complicated way of jumping into a body of water even more complicated by expecting two people do it in sync. I’m not even going to try to keep a straight face when ‘Steele Johnson’ is on the screen in his tiny Speedos.

Next my attention is diverted to Taekwondo, where two people are trying desperately to kick each other in the head, live on prime-time television. After that, I’m watching a field of grown adults on undersized bikes race around a concrete obstacle course and hoping they don’t break their necks.

There’s so much going on it demands the attention of my post-it pad!

Greg Van Lavamat
The intrigue begins with the cycling road race. A bit like a miniature Tour De France, humans race in the space in a couple of hours over a distance I couldn’t cycle in a week. The race is won by a Belgian chap whose name sounds an awful lot like Greg Van Lavamat. He probably would benefit from having a motor inside of him as well.

Professionals
Look at the swimmers, propelling themselves 100 metres in the time it takes me to paddle 25! They must live in the water, a bit like the ducks on the canal.

Fencing
I can’t say I’ve ever watched fencing before this Olympics, but I have to wonder if it’s the fencers that have taken a lot of influence from Daft Punk in recent years, or if Daft Punk were influenced by fencing?

Rafa's Routine
Never mind that, it’s stopped raining so the tennis is back on. Oh look, it’s Rafael Nadal, sweating profusely, going through his pre-serving routine. Have another banana, Rafa!

T-Rex Table Tennis
There are people who aren’t on television who take table tennis very seriously. To call it ping-pong would be offensive. I can see why- this sport is madness. Their postures remind me of dinosaurs, but they move like fireworks. I can’t even!

Etch-a-sketch
Oh yeah, basketball, that’s a sport that is totally competitive outside of the United States. Why is the coach drawing his tactical plans on an etch-a-sketch?! Is chalk too old-fashioned? Is an iPad too modern?

Vault
What would the Olympics be without a little bit of the track-and-field? I find myself wondering – am I the only person who thinks this is completely insane? I mean, pole vaulting, how do you even get into that? Is that your only job as a human? Or do you run online marketing pyramid schemes between vaults or something?

Strange as all that is, it only barely scratches the surface. I don’t even know what to write about the dancing horses event or the synchronised swimming duets, except that a fortnight later I still can’t work out which is more bizarre. I’m exhausted from just having watched!

Canary Nonsense

Oh dear, what happened this January?

Well, David Bowie died, which I am quite sad about, and still in a little bit of denial over. I’m sure he’ll be back in one form or another at some unknown future. We had a bit of snow, though not as much as New York did, and I also pondered my digger-operating fantasies.

I drew a lot of utter nonsense this month. I like drawing nonsense at the best of times, but I particularly enjoyed this month how you guys who follow me seemed to like it too, even occasionally reading more meanings into these things than I had ever cooked up myself!

Here’s the latest twenty-eight for your fascinations:

The Little Yellow Journal of Another Trip To America

Another winter has been spent being bewildered in the States! This year I encountered (beside all the usual bigotry, gun worship and emotionally manipulative advertising) the fattest chihuahua I had ever seen, mailboxes that looked like they were alive, and a different take on the self-service vending machine. I ate an obscene amount of tacos too, for all meals of the day. You can’t do that in Britain!

And then I flew home, and wondered what just happened. Here’s how it looked through my eyes:

S.C.R.A.W.L.S.

This month my beloved American became American-British, so to celebrate, I took her to see the latest James Bond movie with a seven-lettered-word-beginning-with-S-written-in-all-caps-for-a-title. Just like all the other bond movies, this one didn’t make a huge impression on me, but it did yield my favourite post-it note of the month, which was a musing on how Daniel Craig seemed to be wearing a different pair of designer sunglasses in pretty much every scene of the movie. Very stylish, but it made the movie feel a little like a Sunglasses Hut commercial.

Elsewhere this month, I’ve been watching the World Gymnastics Championships and chuckling every time someone did a move called a pike, pondering how technology makes impossible things possible, and hiding robots into everyday scenes.

A pretty good, pretty scattered month!

Here Comes Autumn!

Oh look, Autumn is back in town! Here’s what I’ve been thinking about over the past month: Factories, reimagined cats and the lizardy aristocracy.

My favourite post-it from the month was the heavy industry. It came out nicely! The biggest flop of the month was probably the ghost of Michael Jackson floating over east London. He’s such a freak I think it’s impossible to draw a picture of him that isn’t completely awful.

Yeah!

Scandinavian September

Hej Internet!

I spent a week in Stockholm this month, and because Scandinavia is full of good internet, I made sure to do the daily post-it thing while I was away. It proved to be a pretty good travelogue, very nautical as there’s so much sea around there! The Swedish Scenes from the middle of the month sums it up pretty elegantly.

Beyond that, it’s been a bit of a random month. I’m not sure I even understood my intentions with Intern-E.T. but it seemed to get more love than anything else I sent out there. the Nice Cream Truck is probably my personal highlight!

It’s not yellow, but to round out this post, here’s a nice photo of some fog:

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What Happened to Summer?

Here is what happened to summer. Behold, 28 sunshine-yellow little post-it notes!

The more I use social networks, the less I understand them, but they’re pretty much the only way I have to gauge this project’s ongoing popularity. This month’s biggest hit, both on Instagram and Facebook, was the ear plug. This surprised me as I thought it was a pretty basic idea not drawn very well, but what can you do. The pitta bed was a similar experience.

The other side of the coin was the anatomic bomb, which was a pretty good idea, pretty well drawn, and it was pretty well-received too, so what do I know?

The Sports-Music Flip-flop

The middle of the calendar year on the edges of June and July is always a strange time of year in the world of Ricky Trickartt. I spend the entire year listening to music and staring blankly at people enthusing about sports, then along comes summer and all I want to do is listen to Wimbledon and hear nothing about Glastonbury. It’s a bit topsy-turvy. Accordingly, several of this month’s dailies have been at least tangentially related to tennis.

My personal favourite of this month was the Dog Dip (not tennis-related). It took me a few goes to get it right, but I look at it and think it’s pretty perfect now. It’s a picture of a big fluffy dog who had been wading in the river, and didn’t look nearly as bulky once the water had wetted down his fur.

By far the biggest hit this month was Kim Jong-Kardashian. It was a bit of an obvious idea I had rattling around in my head for a while, and it took me a while to figure it out. Once I did, I found it a bit disturbing, and fully expected it to tank accordingly, but it got way more likes and comments than I would’ve ever expected.

People tell me that one day something I come up with is going to go truly viral. I guess it could, but I don’t think I’m good enough at the ‘social’ part of social networking. Or the ‘networking’ part of social networking.

 
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