Words: Tom Fitzsimons Photo: Ross Giblin

You’ll know Sharon Murdoch’s work even if you don’t know the name. It might be her image of Peter Dunne with only his bouffant visible above a cloud of cannabis smoke. Or Anne Tolley trapped inside a uterus. Or John Key having a tattoo of his ill-fated alternative flag removed.

Murdoch only published her first political cartoon four years ago. But these days, her new illustrations flame around the web as soon as they’ve been printed in a newspaper, pushed along by a legion of fans for their wit, moral urgency and brilliant, distinctive execution.

And the honours have come too. Both this year and last, she was crowned ‘‘cartoonist of the year’’ at the Canon Media Awards. In November, a 150-page book devoted to her work was published; it topped Unity Books’ bestsellers list. By May, Massey University College of Creative Arts had inducted her into its ‘‘Hall of Fame’’, alongside the likes of the artist Len Lye.

Yet you could easily miss all of this hoopla, to meet Murdoch.

I’ve sat next to her for much of the past three years in The Dominion Post‘ s Wellington offices, where she also works as a graphic designer.

Her deep commitment to her art has always been obvious – the rare dip pens that arrive from obscure internet auctions, the desk decorated with beautiful, sombre drawings by early 20thcentury Europeans and others. But she doesn’t come off like a cartoon superstar. When she first won the big Canon award, she didn’t even make it to the ceremony in time to collect the honour, so certain was she that she hadn’t won.

‘‘I always function with such a high degree of doubt about practically everything – like everything,’’ she tells me over a pot of extremely milky tea at the Wellington Central Library cafe. (She went to the library cafe on the night of the awards too – keeping to her regular Friday night routine with husband Geoff and daughter Stevie.)

The doubt might go back to her childhood, an often difficult one in Invercargill, a place she’s compared to ‘‘Iceland without the epic poems’’.

Her dad had undiagnosed bipolar disorder. The family moved around constantly: before she was 15, she had lived in 10 different South Island houses, including one built from old railway carriages on the outskirts of Invercargill – blisteringly cold in a Southland hoar frost. ‘‘It felt like – a lot of the time – just getting by.’’ So Murdoch always drew. It was a relief for her. She remembers hearing the author Jonathan Franzen say that some people read because they enjoy it – but some people read because they are compelled to.

‘‘And I think reading’s like that for me, but also drawing’s like that for me.

‘‘It was something I found a lot of solace in as a child. It was like being in your own world and then you had this thing you’d made at the end of it.’’

As an adult, Murdoch studied design at Wellington Polytech (now Massey), and worked as a designer at newspapers including The Evening Post, as well as the social justice-minded Wellington Media Collective, where she did design work for unions, theatres, the city’s Community Law Centre, and art galleries; later she worked for a year with a Xhosa women’s community development group in South Africa.

During those years she sometimes got the chance to draw – a comic strip on young people’s legal rights, for instance, or drawings for the School Journal.

Her former partner and fellow political cartoonist Trace Hodgson encouraged her to have a go at political cartooning, citing a dearth of women in the field, but she says she lacked the chutzpah at the time to try it.

It was only years later, with age and more experience, and less concern about what other people thought, that she made her first forays into cartooning proper.

It began with Munro, the endearing orange cat (based on her own pet) who now appears daily on the Dominion Post puzzle page. About the same time she began doing illustrations to go with Tracy Watkins’ political columns, and realised there was more she wanted to say.

When Tom Scott took leave for six months it gave her the opportunity to show her political work to editors, who gradually began publishing it.

Today she has slots at the Sunday Star-Times and The Press in Christchurch, both owned by Dominion Post publisher Fairfax Media.

Incredibly, she is the first woman to hold a regular political cartooning spot in this country. She’s still sometimes mistaken for the cartoonist’s wife at functions.

She feels grateful for the break in her 50s, given a widespread workplace prejudice against middle-aged and older people. Actually, the idea of being ‘‘past it’’ hangs over women in many spheres of their life, she says. People used to tell her to get moving with marriage and children or miss out.

‘‘But in fact I married late, and I had a child quite late, and I came to cartooning very late, and they’ve all been really happy things for me.’’

Murdoch’s cartoons are rich, layered drawings. They’re often funny, though she disagrees with the common belief that by definition a cartoon must be, saying, ‘‘Some things just aren’t funny, no matter how you look