Screencast - be a cartoonist for 11 minutes

As an experiment today I made a screencast while drawing a...well, you’ll just have to check it out...Click on the picture below and the magic of technology will let you experience exactly what I experience when cartooning! Note: I was well aware of challenging Newton’s first law of motion. However, SOMEBODY has to do it.


Coco with her boots on - Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, Canada Dec 2007

Having discovered I need to re-size every photo I’ve ever put in my blog because in their current condition they are causing the house to tip sideways, it has been fun to trawl through my album and revisit places and excitements from the past few years...including a wonderful stay in Whitehorse in the Yukon at Christmas 2007. Read on and you’ll discover a connection with something which is unfolding, and in fact, is almost flat, as I type...

My dear friend Anne gave me her old and classic Yukon Parka which I lOVE (and this is a photo of me in it and loving it). It is currently hanging in my cupboard in Sydney...pining for the pines.

One HUGE excitement was dogsledding (mushing) by moonlight at 35 below zero (Celcius) on a frozen (natch) lake in the Yukon Territory, Canada, near Whitehorse just before Christmas. The young woman, Jocelyne, who took us out that night, (until the ice cracked beneath us and spooked the dogs) (and they weren’t the only ones...apparently the ice was metres thick and was just - repositioning - so nothing to worry about...NOW she tells us...) is at this minute running the “Yukon Quest” - a 1000 mile (!!!!!!!!) dogsledding race (1,600 km) where the competitors carry everything except food for the dogs which is dropped at intervals for them.
I think they expect to take 10 days! Phew!!! You can read about it and check their progress at

(We went out again in daylight, hence the non moonlight looking photos.)

The landscape was incredibly beautiful and silent as it glid past (OK, glided. OK, yes, we were doing the gliding, but you know what I mean)


It was magical walking through the frozen forest, although even though I’d been assured bears would all be asleep, I couldn’t help myself from trying to tip-toe. Difficult in boots.

Winter photo sent to me by friend Nancy in Nova Scotia

Glovers off, New Gallery, and FAQs


I sent off two entries for consideration for the Glover Tasmanian landscape painting prize but heard on Friday that my pieces were not selected as finalists. It would have been VERY exciting to be included but there’s always next year (and the year after, and the next one...) It means I can still look forward to the first time my paintings get recognition somewhere. My main reason for entering was to have photos of my work in the hands of the three judges who selected the finalists; fun to think of people in the art world seeing them. Of course, like a lot of artists, I suspect, there’s the skillfully camouflaged worry that the judges will take one look, see right through you and collapse in hysterics.
One would be mean to hope they get a stitch.

My paintings were based on a trip through the drought-stricken midlands of Tasmania in March 2009. The second was an attempt to simplify down to the essential elements. I think that is what I aspire to in painting - something which is fundamental to my work as a cartoonist and illustrator.

Bare bones

I’ve also met a lot of people in the Philippines this week as I spent hours and hours and HOURS creating a new website and getting a new domain and trying to point each at the other somewhere out there in the ether and having to ring at the end of my rope for technical, emotional and mental support. And yes, I DID check the FAQs... but you have to know which Q to ask, and if you know the question you probably know enough to solve the problem. Frankly I’d be EMBARRASSED to have Frequently Asked Questions on my website. If a question is being asked FREQUENTLY, doesn’t that suggest that your website DOESN’T GIVE PEOPLE ENOUGH INFORMATION!!!!!????? But the people in the Philippines were very nice. People in the Philippines are very nice. Probably why they got the job.

While cartooning and illustrating and writing under the nom de plume Kerry Millard, I am painting under my non-nom de plume Kerry Thompson. I have a new online gallery at

At least, I think I do.

If so, take a look when you have a minute. If you have any questions, I can recommend the Philippines.

Mullee Mullee and Manilla

This week I hear whether one of my paintings has been accepted for hanging in the Glover Prize exhibition in Tasmania in April. If so, what a GREAT excuse to go down again for the opening and take my paints! If not, I’ll just have to think up another adventure. This coming Friday is the day when, after the post has arrived, I’ll either be excited or thinking.

Last week I spent time on a cattle property called Mullee Mullee near Bendemeer NSW painting on the top of a hill and then in the hay shed. I wanted to paint from life to see what would happen. Bumping up and down hills and around the place on the back of a quad bike and hopping off to open and close gates had me grinning from ear to ear reminding me of my own days living on a property. A country wedding at Manilla (north of Tamworth) complete with reception and bush dance in a working wool shed followed. The groom’s expression as his bride arrived and then stood before him was so wonderful that he didn’t need vows; it was all there in his face.


My main encounters with nature included being stung by a wasp when visiting a beautiful nook amongst the hills (spotted spotted deer close to the spot) and being handed a pressure bandage in case of snake bite when being dropped at the top of the hill for the day with my 6 kilos of paints. I’m aware of snakes and do look out for them, but there’s nothing like being handed a pressure bandage to make every bit of rope, every sinuous shadow, every rustle in the grass cause for momentary loss of concentration. At one stage a long slim dark thing rose up out of the grass startling me enough to leap away rather quickly and off the other end of the stick.

............... (the rest of my paintings are at

My other adventure was leaving for the 6 1/2 hour drive home on Sunday and not being able to help clean up after the festivities because of a French class on Monday morning. First one. The class was a bit disappointing - I know I need to brush up on my grammar so the lesson was OK but I’d thought it would all be in French. And more advanced. I bumped into a friend as I left...turns out she is taking the conversation class at the other end of the hall which has me on the roll! Le oops!