A POLL:
Which do you like better?

Look at the mouths.



I flipped the mouth and chin line on the drawing to the right--just a straight X-flip.




I think the modified one on the top is better. More balanced. The out-of-balance feel of original (bottom) always bugged me. I know I posted this head before, but I sincerely want to hear your opinion on this. I think one of (if not thee) biggest weakness I have as an artist is drawing elements of a face "out of alignment", or even X-flipped from the direction they would look best. I don't know why this is--graphic dyslexia? Bad habits?

Moral relativism?

Rock star strummin'.

'Tis a narrow patch o' turf between the human and the grotesque...

I'm not a brave man. When I'm drawing someone, and they suddenly make some movement toward me--an instant sheet of scarlet shame and sweat breaks out on me. That's when I know I've gone too far.

That little sliver of turf is well trod lately, and going slightly brown.

"Impatience at the coffee bar." The feet are not consistent. But they should be.

Observed two days ago. A rare break with my "drawn this morning, posted before noon" policy.

This is the manager of the Douglas & Rosecrans SBUX. I am going for a more obviously stylized style, more like Marlo Meekins (the greatest caricaturist of all time)(look at her stuff and then look at this and you can see how tame my work is).

I made a couple of bad studies from life trying to get this sort of look, then came home, worked on it some more, and finally came up with this.

Funny is hard work. And I don't even think this is as funny as my "normal" style. But I'm always very dissatisfied with my whole-body shapes/compositions, so this drawing is a step toward improving that aspect.

Went to the Hollywood Bowl Box Office on their opening day (Sat.) looking to buy six tickets for their July 5 show, "Bugs Bunny on Broadway." What a disaster. The box office opened at 10, I arrived at 10:30; we were told to line up for numbered wristbands, and that we would be called to the boxoffice line in groups based on our number. OK. So each of us had a number that was in order, i.e., the first person to get a wrist band had number 001, the second person 002, etc. I got number 698. Not bad compared to their annual concert attendance, but after an hour and a half of box office service, the ticket agents had only made it to number 70.

Still, not horrible.

The wristband method allowed those not on line to mill around until our number was called. Lots of people wandered away. I sat and drew for a while. There were the old here (ABOVE)...and the young (BELOW).

But I had a lunch date with Ellis. I originally thought I'd pick up the tix and drive back to Culver City to meet El for lunch. But that wasn't happening. Secure with my wristband, I figured I could just walk away from the box office for lunch with El and return a few hours later, when they'd probably be closer to my number. Ellis said he was game for meeting me in Hollywood, and suggested we meet at the Lucky Strike bowling alley at Highland and Hollywood Blvd. It was a quick walk downhill for me. We ate, talked, bowled a couple frames (he beat me both times, but I got one "strike" [a spare really, after an opening gutter-ball], and a couple legitimate spares--I could hold my head high, in other words). I got back to the box office at 3PM, figuring my number would surely be up...or they'd at least be in the 600's...right?

Not a chance. They were only up to 190. After 5 hours.

So I walked back down the hill and went to Grauman's Chinese to see Speed Racer. After an hour and change of that, I realized it would be more entertaining to go back and stand in line. So I walked out.

By five o'clock they'd only reached number 240. The box office was scheduled to close at 6PM, but they told us if we were physically there they would get to us, no matter how long it took.

Now, Ticketmaster had the same tickets for sale. I could just buy them online, I thought. But I was making a principled stand. I hate paying that $7.50 per ticket surcharge--it's outrageous. Ticketmaster is horrible, we all know this. But by 5:30 I was a broken man. I drove home and bought our tix on line.

Those pictured here were made of sterner stuff, I hope.

Crazed kid playing his DS. And onlooker. Remember, you can click on the drawings and they will grow much bigger--and better.

Mornings can be a difficult time.

p.s. he was with his mother.

This blog is now officially being rolled out.

There has been interest expressed in the beverage I drink while sketching at (typically) Starbucks (henceforth referred to as SBUX). I have been holding steady with a Venti (the large) iced vanilla latte--but with just half the vanilla syrup (3 pumps instead of 6).

My hands were shaky today. Too much caffeine...or not enough?

What a bad sketch morning. The 'Gundo SBUX was packed, but I never came to grips with thes churning pageant of coffee people. It is a mysterious thing, drawing--I've had a good streak the last few days, and then this morning--pffft.

Maybe I was too distracted trying to eavesdrop on the hushed conversation going on next to me. Two ladies, one looking like the adult daughter, the other like her mother, (though I am sure this was not their relationship), met each other in the long line and then sat beside me for almost an hour....

(Yes, I know, almost an hour sketching and this dull strip was the only thing I'm willing to post--I even started a second page--all dog bones--and then the sketchbook cried, "Have mercy! This paper is dying for nothing!").

I love to listen in on other people's conversations, (doesn't everyone?), but I have very poor hearing--a frustrating combination. The girl was intriguing, nicely dressed, good looking, no wedding ring--but near as I could tell, they spent most of the hour talking about real estate. What is this world coming to? Shouldn't they be sharing all sorts of guy-centric salaciousness?

OK, it was just a bad morning.

From last night's Matthew Yglesias appearance at the Nixon Library. This is the new library director, Tim Naftali (I'm on a linkin' tear). He introduced Mr. Yglesias and tried to convince us the library is now non-partisan.

And they are beginning to hold a wide-ranging series of lectures/book signings, so it's worth checking out (I relented and gave them my email address for event updates).

Mr. Naftali ("Tim") didn't really look this dour...his consistent expression as Mr. Yglesias talked about his book was more along the lines of "wry knowingness."

Also worth noting: the almost satirically hip new logo for the library.
The "X" gets all the attention, possibly prodding us toward the interpretation of Nixon as the great unknowable, the enigma; the unexpected and most un-Nixon-like psychedelic pattern on the "X" removes the man Nixon from the word Nixon, and offers us instead Nixon as Cultural Moment, one that encompasses both the Nixonian and anti-Nixonian impulses of its day.

Looks like it could be the logo for a new cologne... "NIXON: the scent of scandal."

THE FACE OF RATIONAL INTERNATIONALISM.

Matthew Yglesias, from a talk he gave at the "New" Nixon Library in Yorba Linda. The subject was his new book, "Heads in the Sand." He is a Blogger of Note for my favorite magazine, The Atlantic.

Mr. Y gave an excellent talk, very sharp and very entertaining. Don't go jumping to partisan conclusions by the location, either. The library invites guests of all political stripes.

Even artists.

(Are you appreciating the extra effort I'm puttin' in here with the links?)

The face of the Defense Industry Employee.

He was talking contractin'.

We're just a mile or two from LAX, and many aeronautical and defense-oriented companies have large offices and even factories here--Raytheon, Boeing, Northrup-Gruman, etc.

First time I'd heard anyone talking about it, though.

Hope no security protocols were breached.

I did these, too. It was a good morning.

Impossible to say if they are part of the military-industrial complex from where I sat.

Blair liked this section, particularly the eyelash treatment on the lowest head, (the female head with an Asian air).

I think the long-haired head looks like an aged Jennifer Anniston (izzit two "N"'s?).

Blair said Cindy Crawford has had some kind of cosmetic "procedure" and the results have been unfortunate. She never did anything for me.

This was a really good morning, getting back into it after a long stay in Rochester with Dear Pal Pete.


Now if you want to talk about beautiful faces, look no further than this guy. He may not look it to the naked eye, but there was a kind of matinee-idol quality to his face--notice the curl of the hair, the wide-set eyes, the pale blue-ness of same. Also, his expression of confidence.

The girls should have been all over him. He was dressed sharp, too. No, I am not making fun of him--I'm a fan!

He's sort of a West Coast version of Rochester's notoriously wonderful (and much beloved) Herman.

I wish him well.

This young man was involved in three trends that intrigue me. He has a beard, a sort of "Al Qaeda" style beard that many, many people my age and younger have been wearing for a while now.

He is also wearing the military style cap that's been ubiquitous among the hip, for, again, some years now; I get a little uncomfortable when these caps always seem to be worn by the sort of people you wouldn't really imagine ever being in the military--an assumption on my part, and quite possibly wrong. But the combination of the militaristic hat and the un- (if not anti-) militaristic wearer looks uncomfortably like...mockery?

He is also, despite his youth (I'd guess 24-28), and his slight frame, sporting a potbelly.

Have you noticed this, too?