I unexpectedly got the day off! Happy Father’s Day to all the dads.
I’m trying some small changes, bit by bit, to this blog. For the first time I’ve turned on the “comments” below the posts.
This is the nifty little Ibanez bass guitar I have leaning against the wall at my office. I love the sound and the speed of this thing – even better than my 1979 Rickenbacker, which cost four times as much back then. Playing guitar: another obsession.
This blast from the past rode by on his chopped motorcycle early this afternoon. He went by so fast that I had to close my eyes and hold it like a still photo before attempting to draw it. What you don’t see is the grey beard and the grey/blond long hair coming out the back of the WWII German helmet. I think the bike had longer forks than I’m showing here, thinking back on it. It was like something straight out of Big Daddy Ed Roth’s world.
Some semi-random sketches from the last couple weeks. Waiting to be served, waiting for take-out, waiting for the bill, etc.
This man had a great profile. So when he moved I went in for another one:
Some tough-guys.
The tea…
The cook…
This woman had a very sweet face and seemed absolutely riveted by whatever the man she was with was saying.
On weekends it’s positively strange to be in a place normally so busy – people in production, going here and there – and now so vacant. I drew this sketch while eating my take-out ramen, sitting on the pavement in front of my office. Nobody around.
It was a beautiful day to sit outside and enjoy my lunch, so I made this little sketch during my lunch hour.
The night before last we all got into the minivan and went to LAX to pick up Joan’s cousin, who’d just spent the last four and a half months in Paris. We overestimated the downtown LA traffic and found ourselves in the International Flights waiting area an hour and a half early. Jack and I started sketching. Jack likes to sketch from memory characters from the latest Playstation game he’s working on, while I sketch stuff around me. He draws lots of long-haired mysterious looking guys with swords and strange beasts and monsters. I asked him to sketch something he saw here, which he did, and well; but that’s all rather boring to a 12-year-old. I know I would have been bored with reality at that age too. He asked me why I like to draw things, everyday things, that I see, and I told him honestly I don’t know. For some strange reason, the older I get the more interesting it is to draw normal reality as it unfolds. I can’t say why.
This young lady next to us hardly moved – except her thumb, which was doing a mile-a-minute, text-messaging on her cell phone. Her face was without expression, but her hand was quite expressive.
Anthony Zierhut 