The Unabashed Interiority of It All

Frankie Lymon & the Teenagers did a bang up version of "Goody, Goody." Putamadre is a naughty word in Spanish. Carley provided the vocabulary lesson.

JFK

I've done betrayed my mission statement. Naw, this ain't from a sketchbook. What it is, is a portrait of JFK for a friend of mine. Or, to be more specific, a friend of mine who is dating an Irish. And that mick's mother back in the old country wanted a picture of Kennedy, emphasizing the assassinated former commander-in-chief's potato eating lineage. I was happy to oblige. Something about the visage of John "Jack" Fitzgerald Kennedy that's beyond iconic. I used to have a Kennedy head pencil sharpener. You'd stick in the pencil in the top of Pres's head, and rotate the skull around the pencil.

Narcotic Lull of William Blake & the 1930s

My mind often turns to William Blake. He shoulda had his own comic book. Well, he sorta did, didn't he? The list of pre-code 30s pictures was doodled out whilst watching a documentary about pre-code Hollywood. Some of 'em I've seen, a few I haven't, but it's been long enough even for the ones I've seen that I'd like to re-visit 'em. I'm just ones of God's children, like Blake, or Jean Harlow...hey, what the hell does that one guy have on his head anyway?

Cosmic Crusaders and Crackpots

I had a dream about the guy in the lower right hand corner last night. The sketch already existed, but the dream was, rather, about a comic book character that I based this drawing on, even though the drawing was done months ago. Oh well, who am I to judge or speak authoritatively about what rattles around in my skull? Only that, with the dream of last night, it seems the appropriate note that I should post this today.

The Little Notebook: Unitarians vs. Film Noir

I got this smaller notebook that I rarely draw in. It's more used for lists of things, reminders, definitions of words, and various things that need not be strictly drawn. It's a handy book to have around when I'm not necessarily carrying around my bag, a sketchbook that's pocket-sized. But sometimes, such as when going to the Unitarian church with my honey, I trail off and do such things as doodle, or, in this case, sketch the early 20th century historical figure from a photo on the day's program book whilst the minister delivered a sermon on early women in the church.

Then, other times, such as this one above, I just gussy up my lists a bit. These are four film noirs I wanted to see but are technically out of print. Since then, I got to see Act of Violence (if anybody out there in tv land hears of the others being easily obtainable, drop me a line). I may run some more tidbits from the little sketch/notebooks in the future. Thanks for tuning in.

Larry

Another page in which I was beginning to think about character design from the aforementioned Spud Crazy collaboration with Nick Tosches. Nothing like a guy in a bathrobe, a Hindu loin-cloth, and a potato-esque growth on his side to dazzle the crowds.

Apes Speaking, Symbolic Marriage, Ya Know...The Usual

The ape makes me think of Peter Boyle as Frankenstein's monster in the comedy Young Frankenstein when he makes the intelligent speech after having been transplanted with Dr.Frankenstein's intellect. I don't know what else to tell you. Sometimes I just think about things. Other times the ink pen just tells me what to do. And I speak to you now sans premeditation.