A blank piece of paper is like a poem waiting to be written
Saturday, August 6, 2016
Spray Paint and T Shirts
In Michigan for a family reunion and wanted to make some shirts. I based the design on some turn of the century lettering from insurance maps. The couple in the canoe is a nod to the matriarch and patriarch of the clan, both of whom are 86 years old. Due to health reasons, this is this first year they are unable to join us here.
The process was similar to the shirts we made of Grandma Lil. People brought their own shirts and we amassed a dozen cans of spray paint. Kids had fun picking their own colors and watching their shirt get made.
Friday, August 5, 2016
Sunday, July 10, 2016
Royal Decreees
As you can see, the proclamation above suffered some damage at the hands of the dissenting proletariat. Fortunately this dissent did not progress to a more general uprising. Below is an addendum addressing unacceptable levels of general disorder within the kingdom.
Monday, June 27, 2016
Thursday, June 16, 2016
Harlem Views
Here's a quick sketch I did while waiting for the MetroNorth train today.
And here's a photo of the same vantage point, just for fun.
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Rua Alvarenga Peixoto 900, Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, Brasil
It was here that my mother was born in February seventy-one years ago. It was also my first address on this earth. This drawing is a copy of two paintings made by my dad. Saturday, January 31, 2015
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Monday, November 17, 2014
Here's looking at you, kid.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Monroe, Michigan
Quick stop at the Cabela's superstore to celebrate looking tough, wearing camouflage, and bear hugs.
Thought of days spent gathering treasures from Army Navy surplus shops and other exotic locales.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Friday, January 17, 2014
Thursday, January 16, 2014
The Rising Generation
I was just walking up Lafeyette Street and some guy said, "Sweet hat, man!" He wore glasses similar to mine and had a bemused smile and a few fading pimples on his face.
I smiled and replied a quick, "Thank you," and the two of us resumed our pace in opposite directions.
Doing some rough math, I would venture that the age of my fellow TMBG fan was likely in the single digits when I got this hat.
There is hope for the future.
Saturday, January 4, 2014
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