another pen and ink drawing from the Jamaican sketches of 2011. This is the fifth in the week-long Birthday drawings series.
In my Sketchbook, this drawing was titled “the French A. Lorraine”. This is a redrawing in Pen and Ink of that sketch but the title remains the same. The birthday week continuum is in effect here. I am reporting in from a chilly House in Saxapahaw, NC, with sunny skies above. The original sketch was done in Jamaica, back in January of 2011. Playing Guitar with Elvis Glasses making up songs in a much warmer climate.
This is a special Birthday Drawing for AK Lorraine. Here She appears with swirlies and hearts as She sat patiently for Her Portrait. You never know where these will turn-up in the Future. This pose is from the Fall of 2012.
To-day I spoke to a Musical Great and Friend of mine, that I haven’t spoken to in a long time. So long, in fact, that neither of Us could remember how long ago it was. He said maybe 10 years but I don’t know if it was that long or not. It seems He is planning to record a New Album and I can’t wait to hear His songs!
AK Lorraine playing Her custom Baritone Ukulele, hand-painted by Robert Frito Seven of Candlertown, NC.
Here are Two of my Favorite Friends and Musicians in the World. Ami Worthen and Jason Krekel of the Mad Tea. Also, I have known Ami for over 27 years, since We were just Kids…
This is AK Lorraine’s Birthday Week. She is going to be 30 on Wednesday! I am kicking it off with a drawing I did of Her back in the Fall of 2010, when She was attending the SIT Institution up in Brattleboro, VT. It gets chilly up there, so You need a hat and a big coat before going out of doors into the Super Colorful Fall weather.
the HOONs have tiny little Huts, made out of things that People throw away. Some of them look like these, some are on the ground or on stilts and some are in the Trees.
In some photographs of Mahatma Gandhi, there is a strange mechanical creature seen walking with Him. I have long suggested that this was a little-known Robot Friend for Mister Gandhi, and drawing from old sketches, I offer a more detailed view. The Robot was about the size of a medium Dog and ran, most likely on an advanced battery system. The current whereabouts of Mister Gandhi’s Robot are unknown.
The Moon is setting now, a fattening Crescent, She appears glowing white and yellow through dark clouds that sent gusts of heavy snow, now ended, for several minutes tonight on my way home. It is Saturday night and silent, save for the popping sounds the wood stove makes when it is heating up, or cooling down, as it is now. I need to stoke the fire. I heated my dinner on there, in a pot with olive oil. Heated right up. Lamb sausage pasta with peppers and onions, and now on my second beer. On a snowy night by a warm fire with a cold beer and a full belly and nothing but the sound of the wind chimes and that stove popping I mentioned above, unless you are reading this upside down, in which case it is below. It is below and I am here at the end of this book but it’s not really the end, it’s just the beginning.