Thursday, January 18, 2007

No Drawings Today In the Mean Time Enjoy a Few Shots of the Sagrada Familia - Antoni Gaudi

I'm working on a drawing of the one legged guy that ran the laundromat.
But the Sponge has keeped me very busy the last few days.
Happy Thursday

Monday, January 15, 2007


Is there such a thing as a nice Laundromat? I don't think so. Oh sure they've had some upgrades since my last visit. A television enclosed in the wall, with a scratched spit covered Plexiglas shield. This is a plus. It seems to keep the wackos at least partially distracted from the higher functioning who are just trying to get through the arduous and oh so human task of washing the dead skin cells from their daily attire. But other than that, Laundromats are the same decrepit bung holes that they have been since I was a child. There are too many similarities between the interiors of Laundromats and the interiors of jails. The only difference being, that when your done washing and drying you can without permission escape the Laundromat and go to warm comfortable place where you are 97% less likely to get shanked for no reason other than you blocked someones view of the Plexiglas spit covered television.

When I was a kid I distracted myself from the misery my mom was having to endure by going out side and staring at the false leg of the the man who ran the joint. The damn thing looked like he had whittled it himself, a squared off open sided box, with a little striped pillow to cushion his stump from the hard reality of the wood that reached down to the floor for him. Or I could climb behind the wheel of my mom's car, a 57 Plymouth. That was hours of fun. All car interiors used to look like rocket ship control panels. A four year old could have a serious adventure just pretending to fly that thing mars. Unless like myself he managed to get gear shift lever in to neutral sending all five thousand pounds of car careening backwards down the steep parking lot, across the busy street, and into the lawn of the apartment building across the street. That landed me barred from the car, and staring at the old coots leg again.
So all that said, does anyone know of a truly nice Laundromat in the Valley? My machine is going to be down for at least another week.

Thursday, January 11, 2007


Yes it's Shitlog...It's For Kids! An age old Spanish tradition for Christmas. Children run up to the Shitlog and beat it with sticks . All the while chanting "Shitlog, Shitlog, give us your candy or we will beat you with our sticks, Shitlog ,Shitlog! Thats right kids its Shitlog. But you can't have this one, it's John K's. because he has a special place in his heart for all kinds of logs."
Unfortunately, I shot this from a poor angle, blocking his cute little expression and obscuring his pipe.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Doodles 1-5-07

Above are a few doodles from yesterday. The first guy with the divot out of his forehead, was a fellow that Stevie and I saw while ambling around Barcelona. the flesh filled hole between his eyes was an inch deep and about the size of my thumb print, and if you've never seen my thumbs, let me tell you, they aren't small.

Man with a rabbit in his head, I think, needs no explanation.
Likewise the bottom left as it has a caption.

Bottom right is another continuous drawing of one of the SpongeBob writers thinking of ham.

The guy with the collapsed face in the shell was inspired by Kenny's little shelled creatures.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Continuous Line Drawig

I went to Spain over Christmas. Saw a lot of great architecture, ate copious amounts of wonderful food, and walked my legs off with my gorgeous gal pal. Surprisingly I didn't get very much drawing done while I was there.
However I was inspired by the Picasso museum. He did a series of of continuous line drawings of the circus theme. Now from everything I've read about the man, I'm guessing this was one of his exercises in one ups man ship that he would spring on unsuspecting artists that would come to visit. "Yes you can draw, but can you do this?" and he would proceed to whip one of these out. This all conjecture on my part. But that aside, back at the hotel I tried my hand at it and whipped out a drawing of my girlfriend, and guess what?! She liked it! Ain't love grand?