Scott and I were drawing portraits of each other during church. In our family, Scott is known for being a good little artist. Which leads me to believe that I am uglier than a two day old dill pickle.
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Scott and I were drawing portraits of each other during church. In our family, Scott is known for being a good little artist. Which leads me to believe that I am uglier than a two day old dill pickle.
Little dude in my neighborhood.
Holy crap, that is a ton of coffee!
Ernest Hemingway's "The Killers" 1946 film noir.
Inspiration was that freaky woman on Superman 2...who I found attractive when I was a kid - but also thought was freaky, as I just explained.
A quick sketch I did of the mean lady three streets over.
"Sabrina" sketchin'. I thank the heavens that Hepburn's legacy of refinement and class was adopted by the likes of Amy Schumer, Sarah Silverman and Melissa McCarthy. Someone needed to assume that mantel.
Got a lot out of church yesterday, including these. I was listening...so shut up!
Hortense and Jasper Laridae (photo, approx 1886). The last two surviving birds to have taken part in the “Miracle of the Gulls” of 1848. May their courage and regurgitation never be forgotten.
After I left Disney Interactive I said to myself “I want to sculpt something.” So, I called my friend, Jeff Decker, who owns Hippodrome Studios and does amazing bronze. I told him that I wanted to come down and leach some of his sculpting essence. I traveled to Springville Utah, had a great time hearing awesome Jeff stories but, before I leave, he wants me to look at something. It’s a design that someone did for Jeff’s buddy who is building a restaurant/pub. Jeff shows me the design and asks what I think. I didn’t even know what it was. “It sucks!” “I know, right” Jeff says and then shows me a second sketch which was the next attempt. “That sucks more than the first.” “I know, it’s like Moore’s Law in reverse. Exponential suck!” It looked like a 15 minute clip art job and it’s supposed to be the main logo for a very expensive brew pub. Jeff asked if I would give it a go. I hummed and hawed and was very non-committal...and then the moment I got home I obsessed over it for 5 hours in to the night and made some sketches.
Now about the pictures above...you’re looking at a 1907 Strap-Tank Harley Davidson. Very rare. The friend Jeff spoke of was Rick Salisbury, who owns Salisbury Homes, and he purchased one for a steal at $650,000. It’s worth a $1,000,000. Rick’s plan was to make the Strap Tank the theme of the restaurant.
Jeff gave me a couple sketches he did for Rick because the others were so bad (at the top in blue pen). The very first thing I did was put the engine back on a slant and stay as close as I could to the actual bike. Even if the vast majority of people don’t know what in the dump a “Strap-Tank” is, it’s all the more reason to not lose the features that made it identifiable. You can see my progression above going from left to right. I ended up with this B&W version.
I created a few different color options for them and liked a different version than the one they picked. I liked the red lettering with the cream outline. They ended up changing a couple things in my design, mostly wording. They had their grand opening this past weekend and I was surprised at how much they used the design. They even had it etched on bottle openers.
Rick is the Kenny Rogers looking mullet dude cutting the ribbon with the crappy snips. Good guy. My cousin’s father-in-law is the chap sportin’ the pink glow. That’s Wilford Clyde, Mayor of Springville and President of Clyde Companies; which owns Geneva Rock and Sunroc. He was all rosy-ied up because of the Springville parade that morning, where he was honored to chuck clods of wrapped corn syrup at the city’s children. It was a good time at the parade as well as the grand opening.
Not sure about the paint job on the wall. It looked rushed. However, I do like the glass and will be ever so proud as I pretend to drink beers of the root and ginger persuasion.
Oh yes...and I still haven’t sculpted anything.
Here’s an illustration I did this evening of my very good friend Emily Hope Price. The first time I heard her sing and play was live on KRCL 90.9. She was being interviewed for her concert that night. I had to go. My wife and I went and were blown away. I turned to my wife on the car ride home and said “...I think I need her to do the music for my film.” I contacted her out of the blue and asked if she would score “Unicorn City” and she agreed. Looking back, I’m so glad I cinched up my skivvies and asked because so much of the heart in the film comes through her score. She is such a talented musician, has an amazing voice, and is totally hilarious. Long live EHP! (I sketched from a photo by Ellen Eldridge)
Caricature of Quanah Parker, last of the great Comanche Chiefs. You would not like to meet this man on the Texas plains with your name on his naughty list. His mother was Cynthia Ann Parker, a white girl who was captured and then grew up, fully assimilating, among the Comanches. Unlike many, Quanah was able to transition and adapt after the natives were forced to the reservations. He spent the second chapter his life has a prominent Texas rancher who gave his wealth to support his people. As I find myself also “transitioning” I will, at times, when things seem daunting, whisper to myself “Quanah Parker. Quanah Parker...”
Here’s a sketch I did tonight of Bertha Benz. I’ve been listening to Mike Rowe’s podcast “The Way I Heard It” and one highlights her role in making her husband’s invention happen...something called an automobile. I’m going to google what that is exactly.
Bella Viva Orchards’ Dried Persimmons
Every had any? Here’s a letter I sent the company a couple weeks ago.
Dear Bella Viva Orchards,
Okay, what the heck! So, like a year ago I walked into a store and saw a persimmon. The persimmon looked back at me with this attitude, like, "What? Waddya gonna do, pal?!" So I was like, "It's on!" I bagged the sucker and brought it home. I had never tasted a persimmon before. It may have had something to do with my white-trash-healthy-things-are-a-luxury upbringing, but seeing that I'm my own man now I decided to embrace my inner Indiana Jones and have an adventure. Got home and introduced that persimmon to my cutting board. He wasn't talking anymore, not a peep, just perspiring. I'll spare you the gory details but let's just say that my man-on-fruit cannibalism went into to full effect. And then I was like, "What is this disgusting crap in my mouth! Did the Maker put this on earth as a joke?" Eating it was a mockery to fruit. What is the chemical compound in the juice because it made my tongue feel like it was wearing a tube sock for like an hour and half. I chucked the rest of it away and vowed I'd never eat one of those suckers again.
Then...Christmas. I'm wandering around a store and see a bag of your Bella Viva dried persimmons. I picked up the bag to see if this persimmon was related to the one that I murdered and then something caught my eye. "Ingredients: Persimmon." My wife cannot eat sugar, yeast, corn syrup - anything that would make the average tubby American happy. She leads a miserable little existence never feeling like she can ever have a treat. So I figure I’ll give it a try and, I have to admit, that they were on sale and I'm cheap. Gave them to my wife as a stocking stuffer. Have you ever stuffed one of your dried persimmon bags into a Christmas stocking? Google "man eaten whole by anaconda" and you'll get my point and the effort involved. Anyway she broke them open and her eyes lit up. "These are so good!" I thought she was leading me into a trap but the moment I tasted them I was utterly confused. Why are these good when the real fruit sucks so bad? It was like lard butt caterpillar turning into a gorgeous butterfly. I'm not sure what wizardry you have down on the farm but the transformation was delicious. For real. Ever eaten and un-toasted English muffin? Same thing. Nasty to DIVINE. My wife loves them and guards them like a Rottweiler to a chew toy. Our 4 year old is missing a finger. It's that serious. Keep up the good work and we love the persimmons... the dried ones.
Warmest regards, Bryan Lefler
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Disney pins that didn’t win.
Forgot about these but just found them. There was a Disney pin competition that was extended to all Disney employees a few years back. A bunch of us at Avalanche Software went for it. Here are the three that I entered. It was a lot of fun.