drawn at Heart & Dagger
These two guys were new to town. Young bucks working for skateboard company. There was a really attractive woman who was a little tipsy who flirted with the bearded guy. He was temped but passed.
drawn at Missouri Lounge
It’s getting colder and the beer garden out back is getting less traffic after the sun goes down. The space heaters are becoming popular entities.
Classic Book Open Under Phone
drawn at Borderlands Cafe
San Francisco, Ca
Old Man Cartoonist Club meets once a month to discuss comics, ailments and bitterness. We also draw stuff. It’s amazing.
Cartoonists are an odd mix of insecure and ambitious. As I get older and look at how little I’ve produced, it feels really good being around such wildly productive cartoonists like Geoff Vasile and Fred Noland. Fame and fortune are mercurial at best. Fuck that shit, really. It’s nice that some cartoonists make a living and are famous. However, making the work should bring you joy. It should be a healthy compulsion like it is for Fred and Geoff. A lot of cartoonists quit when the shouldn’t. They get bitter and lose the joy. The work makes things better (it always has for me). Any rejection (epic or slight) if not handled properly can derail your work (and your life).I struggle with that. I made a lot of mistakes with my career. I stopped working for awhile. These recent sketchbook drawings are pure joy. Sometimes strangers talk to me. Other times I sit and take in a serene moment. Either way they make me happy. I hope to fold this feeling into my comics.
Halloween is Coming
drawn at Heart & Dagger
Drawing these unsuspecting people has shown me some unexpectedly private moments. I picked this couple because they were pretty rigid. Particularly the guy on the left. From what I could tell he was talking about leaving a job he didn’t like and his plans going forward. She had some advice but it was a pleasant exchange. After about twenty minutes, he just crumpled onto the table. She gently patted his head. I was suddenly really uncomfortable, feeling like I witness something so private and intimate. I stopped drawing and finished it later. He left, telling her he’d see her at home.
She sat and smoked another cigarette after he left.
This young woman was putting on some serious make-up on the BART. She was beautiful and had vegas show girl make-up while wearing a casual gym jumpsuit. I was really taken with how focused and professional she was about applying the heavy eye sparkles. I’m pretty sure she was a stripper. She was comfortable enough to begin prepping on the train. She had a look on her face projecting a toughness I wouldn’t fuck with. She was headed to a job where she has to be nice to people but had the moxy to turn it on and off.