Sorry for neglecting you OrDoodle but my other Blog ON BEING FRANK is really sapping my energy....I guess that's what subliminally inspired this post of this ol time Arizona Car racer...he was chasin the wind.....
As you can see by the date on the page this sketchbook doodle was a combination of random elements done awhile ago. I remember seeing a documentary of John Lennon and some stoned out hippie asked him about a curious lyric passage in one of his songs. He asked Mr. Lennon...What did you intend to mean when you wrote........."
Lennon just looked at him and replied...I just put some silly words together and was amused by the odd combination ( something like that ) no more and no less. I guess that's where I was at with this sketch.....
After I graduated Art Center in 1980 I marched my little body over to see an Art Director at the now defunct New West Magazine in LA Ca. You could actually show your book to a real live person back then. I was actually in the office the same time Matt Groening of Simpson's Fame was there. He was starting out at that time as well. Man was he scary looking...but quite the imagination inside that brain. Anyway I got hired to freelance and this was my 1st job for them.
The age old question always comes up..." Do you like me just for my body?" ...Well honey...the good Lord really did a nice job on your packaging and I am just responding to a job well done. How's that!
Have you seen yourself as a fool? I do all the time. Taking myself too seriously is not a good thing. I developed my motley alter ego Felonious a while back and never totally developed his exploits and adventures...was I waiting to get married and have children?....hmmmmm
But someday I will return to this art clown who juggles ideas , work schedules , family and credit card interest rates.....
Christianity is serious business but I have met some Saints who take themselves a little too serious. I was thinking of the Church Chap. The busy body who is the self appointed guardian of all things true and virtuous.
This is a college buddy of mine from Art Center in Pasadena. We ended up being room mates on Oakland St . We went with a group of friends to a football game and on the way home we discovered that we were both going to celebrate our birthdays on the SAME DAY. It kind of freaked us out and we have had a strange kinda bond ever since. He is 1 hour older that me , adjusting for Mountain Time. He is an Art Professor at a Community College around St. Louis.
Its been awhile and I have put a little too much energy into " On Being Frank ". This was a sketch Doodle that I did for fun in my sketchbook back in my Pasadena Ca. days. By my head was ol Gus dusting the studio with a mask over his nose and mouth.
The rest of these pen and ink drawings are in my ol sketchbook. One of about 30 such books. Most are quick idea scribbles and others are more thought out such as the ones I have posted here.
I think I will change the name of this Blog again. Finding the right Name is kinda important to me and holds a spirit in the words. One of my close friends who is Irish has always called me OrDoodle...I think I will go with that as it has a playful jest and feel. And I am comfortable hearing it .
These two individuals were some of my favorite models. What just occurred to me as I posted these drawings for a client was that they are linked by a religion.
The man on top was a member of a Christian commune and somehow they stumbled upon some writings of some earlier Church fathers and they all decided to become Greek Orthodox. So, on the outskirts of Santa Rosa is a Greek Orthodox Commune and all the men have grown out their beards. This man is Irish and he is one of the leaders of the group. He posed for me 2 times.
The bottom fellow is my bud Steve who is also my Web Master. He did the Evangelical Christian routine until he gave up on the total lack of depth which he was experiencing. He tried to become an Anglican priest to now avail and now is also Greek Orthodox. The services are about 3 hrs long followed by a large communal meal. Good eats I might add.
In the North of France is a fortified town accessed only by a draw bridge. St. Malo ( pronounced Ma -Lou ) was a pirate fortress until the French turned the town into a civilized village. One island , just a swim away, was used as a penitentiary for a short run. I stayed at a manor that was once a pirates home. The stoned walled structure had wonderful views of the Atlantic Ocean.