Chikaboo Designs is a small press publisher founded and run by Natasha Natarajan. It began with Issues #1-4 of ‘FML Comics’ – an autobiographical comic strip exploring Natasha’s most private and political experiences – and has now expanded far beyond that. She is keen to bring creatives together to embark on artistic adventures through publishing.
Chikaboo Designs is excited about work that is intimate, vulnerable and very honest – popular per-zines include ‘Female Friendly Porn’, ‘Why He Hasn’t Replied Yet’ and ‘Body Count’. We also love raw and humorous short-form comics like Emily Cullen’s ‘Garforth Golf Club’.
Garforth Golf Club
by Emily Cullen
Published April 2021
A endearing 32-page mini comic recounting 13-year-old Emily’s first job at Garforth Golf Club. It’s awkward, it’s funny and it’s cringe. It’s also beautifully relatable in it’s childishness. Emily is a brilliant storyteller and her raw cartooning style makes the mundane details of life really come alive. So so so entertaining and heartwarming to read, I think this is autobio comics at their best.
Read more about Emily here.
Emily is a cartoonist from Leeds who has been based (mostly) in Edinburgh for the past nine years. Her comics are usually either observational or autobiographical and often involve poking fun at herself and events in her life. She currently has a conversations-with-her-parents-during-lockdown comic in the works and is also taking her narrative interests into game-making after learning how to program.
Popea Salisbury is a visual artist born and bred in South-East London. She is currently completing a Foundation Diploma at Camberwell College of Arts and will start a BA in Fine Art at Brighton University in September 2020. Popea’s work explores relationships, intimacy and identity. She is interested in manipulating imagery to subvert convention and context. She also uses verse and poetry to investigate the universal emotions of anxiety, hope, joy and sadness that come with the tricky package of love and modern dating. She has a growing interest in socially engaged projects, and aims to work within her local community to make fine art accessible and enjoyable for other working class people.
Later, years later, I would hear a song made of our meeting. The boy who sang it was unskilled, missing notes more often than he hit, yet the sweet music of the verses shone through his mangling. I was not surprised by the portrait of myself: the proud witch undone by the hero’s sword, kneeling and begging for mercy. Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep.