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Comic Con at the Chuck Jones Gallery: Schedule of Events

Super Heroes, Strippers & Reluctant Angels

An All Star Line-Up of Events Announced

Chuck Jones Gallery Prepares for Series of Receptions

Comic-Con International, July 22 July 25


San Diego, CA—The
Chuck Jones Gallery, 232 Fifth Avenue, in the heart of San Diego’s historic
Gaslamp District announced today their slate of artist receptions and events to
be held during the 2010 Comic-Con International, July 22-25.    


Thursday, July 22nd:   Stripperella
Saves the World!
  From 6 to 9 PM,
meet the two artists responsible for the world’s most super-talented stripper,
the incomparable Stan Lee (Spiderman, X-Men) and his talented protégé, Anthony
Winn (Stripperella.)  The gallery will be
premiering original art from these masters of the comic medium as well as
limited editions and sculpture.

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"Reflection" mono-print by Anthony Winn


To cap off the evening, Felix Cane, the reigning Miss World Pole
Dancer 2009, will perform her amazing routine in the gallery.  Fresh off her starring turn in Cirque de
Zumanity, Ms. Cane will
astound you with her vivacious originality and sensuous execution.

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"Pixie Dust" original limited edition fine art print by Anthony Winn (starring Felix Cane)


Friday, July 23rdIdiots
and Angels
, from 7 to 10 PM meet two-time Academy Award-nominee and
animation legend, Bill Plympton.  Known
for his wry and wicked take on the world at large and humanity in particular,
Plympton has been wowing fans of animation for over 35 years with his
meticulously crafted hand-drawn animated films. 
With a new film due in theaters nationwide this September and a book
coming in Spring 2011 from Rizzoli, Bill Plympton is at the height of his
game.  On exhibit will be original
production art (all hand-drawn by Plympton) from many of his most beloved
animated films.


Original drawing by Bill Plympton for his "25 Ways to Quit Smoking" animated short film.


Original drawing by Bill Plympton for his Academy Award-nominated short film "Your Face"


Saturday, July 24th:  Two terrific events: 

Anthony Winn will be signing in the gallery Saturday afternoon
from 2 to 3 PM.  If you missed the chance
to meet him on Thursday, here’s another opportunity to acquire one of this
amazing young artist’s original or limited edition works of art.

Original comic book art by Anthony Winn


We are pleased to announce that artist Mike Kungl will be
our special guest Saturday evening from 7 to 8:30 PM premiering his two new
works for Marvel, “Iron Man” and “Black Widow” in his trademark Art Deco-styling.  These superb new works of art will be on
display and for sale at this event.  Mr.
Kungl will be dedicating artwork purchased during the show. 

IronMan Kungl     
Blk Widow Kungl
"Iron Man" and "Black Widow" original limited edition fine art prints by Mike Kungl.  

For more information and to RSVP for these events, please call 888-294-9880 or email SanDiego@ChuckJones.com. 

Chuck Jones Gallery Goes to the Dogs!

(And cats, birds, and iguanas, and tetras…etc.)

Celebrating the Gaslamp Quarter's Pet Parade

San Diego, CA–The Chuck Jones Gallery, 232 Fifth Avenue–in the heart of San Diego's famed Gaslamp Quarter–will host an open house on Sunday, December 13, 2009 from 1 to 5 PM in honor of the Gaslamp Quarter's annual Pet Parade.  Join Simon, the house dog, as the gallery exhibits never-before-seen Chuck Jones drawings of dogs & cats that he had known throughout his life.

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This remarkable collection of drawings, in a variety of media (including graphite, pen & ink, charcoal,) will captivate and delight pets and their guardians.  A special selection of the works will be featured in an upcoming limited edition portfolio of dogs (a companion to the 2001 "Cat Portfolio" also on display.)  Most of the works shown will be from the archive of Chuck Jones Center for Creativity and this will be their first public exhibition.

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Jones, known for his legendary career in animation and as the father of Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote plus a host of other Warner Bros. characters, was not only an avid lover of animals, but cared for and sheltered many dogs and cats throughout his 89 years, the most famous of which were Johnson the Cat and Teddy (a dog,) both of whom were immortalized in his autobiography Chuck Amuck and the sequel, Chuck Reducks.  He was also the creator of many of the most recognized cartoon dogs in animation history, including: Charlie Dog, K-9, Sam Sheepdog, Marc Anthony (all at Warner Bros.) and Max (How the Grinch Stole Christmas.)

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Along with refreshments for the humans, a special selection of treats will be available for the furred, feathered and scaled participants in the parade.  The Chuck Jones Gallery is the only gallery in San Diego devoted to the art of the animated film representing exceptional art not only from Warner Bros., but also from all major animation studios.  Included in the ongoing exhibitions are works by important international painters, sculptors and photographers. 

Image of the Day: Uncle Lynn Talks to a Dead Dog

Excerpt from Chuck Reducks by Chuck Jones

After our good dog Teddy died, we received a long letter from Uncle Lynn.  How he knew of Teddy's death I do not know.  Where he was I do not know.  He was always "off someplace."  We never knew where, and he never said until he brushed by us on his way to someplace else.  He might mention Bakersfield, Kuala Lumpur, Topolobampo, Mozambique, or the Seychelles, or the Dry Tortugas, or even Hollister Drive, which was just one block over from our house on Wadsworth Avenue.

Dear Peggy and Dorothy and Chuck and Dick,

I had a telephone call last night.  "Is this Uncle Lynn?" someone asked.

"Why yes," I said.  "My name is Lynn Martin.  Are you some unregistered nephew?"

"This is Teddy." He sounded a little impatient with me.  "Teddy Jones, Teddy Jones the resident dog of 115 Wadsworth Avenue, Ocean Park, California.  I'm calling long distance."

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"Excuse me," I said.  "I really don't mean to offend you, but I've never heard you talk before–just bark, or whine, or yell at the moon."

"Look who's talking," Teddy sniffed, a really impatient sniff if ever I've heard one.  "Look, Peggy and Dorothy and Chuck and Dick seem to be having a very rough time of it because they think I'm dead."  Hesitate.  "Well, I suppose in a way I am."

I will admit that hearing a dog admit that he was dead was a new experience for me, and not a totally expected one.  "If you're dead," I asked, not being sure of just how you talk to a dead dog, "how come you're calling me?"  There was another irritated pause.  Clearly he was getting very impatient with me.

"Because," he said, in as carefully a controlled voice as I've ever heard from a dog. "Because when you are alive, even if the kids don't know exactly where you are, they know you're someplace. So I just want them to know I may be sort of dead, but I'm still someplace."

"Maybe I should tell them you're in Dog Heaven, Teddy, Maybe to make 'em feel–"

"Oh, don't be silly."  Teddy cleared his throat.  "Look, where are you?"

"Oh no, you don't. We're trying to find out where you are," I barked.

"Hey, I didn't know you could bark."  He sounded impressed with my command of the language.

"Wait just a minute," I said.  "You had to know where I am, or you couldn't have called me on the telephone, right?"

"Boy, you know so little," said Teddy.  "I simply said I called you long distance.  Who said anything about a telephone?  They asked me if I knew where you were, and I said you were someplace else, besides 115 Wadsworth Avenue.  So they dialed someplace else and here I am and here you are."

"Can I call you back?" I asked dazedly.  "Maybe that'll give me a clue."

"Be reasonable," said Teddy. "How can you call me back when neither you nor I know where I am?"

"Oh, come on, give me a clue," I begged desperately.  "For instance, are there other dogs around there?  I've got to tell the kids something."

"Hold it," said Teddy, apparently looking around.  "I did see a pug/schnauzer with wings a minute ago.  The wings could lift the schnauzer part of him off the ground, but the pug part just sort of dragged through the grass bumping into fireplugs."


"Orchards of them, hundreds of 'em.  Yellow, red, white, striped.  Unfortunately, I don't seem to have to pee anymore.  I strain a lot, but all I get is air.  Perfumed air," he added proudly.

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"Sounds like Dog Heaven to me," I said.  "Are there trees full of lamb chops and stuff like that?"

"You know," Teddy sighed.  "For a fair to upper-middle-class uncle, you do have some weird ideas.  But the reason I call you was Peggy, Dorothy, Chuck, and Dick trust you and will believe anything you say, which in my opinion is carrying the word 'gullible' about as far as it will stretch.  Anyway, gullible or not, they trust you, so I want you to tell them that I'm still their faithful, noble, old dog, and–except for the noble part–that I'm in a place where they can't see me but I can see them, and I'll always be around keeping an eye, an ear, and a nose on them.  Tell them that just because they can't see me doesn't mean I'm not there.  Point out to them that during the day you can't see the lattitudes and you can't really see a star, but they're both stil there.  So get a little poetic and ask them to think of me as 'good-dog,' the good old Teddy, the Dog Star from the horse latitudes, and not to worry, I'll bark the britches off anybody or anything that bothers them.  Just because I bit the dust doesn't mean I can't bite the devils."

That's what he said.  I never did find out exactly where he was, but I did find out where he wasn't–not ever very far from Peggy, Dorothy, Chuck and old Dick Jones.


Lynn Martin, Uncle at Large

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