Jun 29, 2015
If you've ever watched the show, Treme, then you know that beads are an important part of New Orleans life. Yun took me to the only bead store in town. She made me one of those necklaces that holds your reading glasses around your neck. I look like an old lady wearing them. I'm sort of beginning to turn into an old lady, by the way. While Yun was making and buying stuff, I did this drawing.
I have a couple of new original drawings for sale on my ETSY store if you are interested.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 22, 2015
Cemeteries are a groovy place to hang out in New Orleans. They have the big crypts. The church was happy to have people film movies in them until Easy Rider was made and then no more permission to shoot in them. No one was reading the scripts beforehand. A lot of people were killed by Yellow Fever. That was a big plague that knocked people for a loop in the 1820s. Entire families were buried in a single day. I just go to draw and rest before I head to Commander's Palace, which is a great restaurant across the street. It is where Emril started out as head chef. Awesome food and 25 cent martinis. Hard to beat.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 17, 2015
In New Orleans during prohibition, alcohol could not be served. So they administered remedies, if you know what I mean. One overhears a lot of stuff while hanging out there. Even though I painted The Clover Grill on Bourbon street, I never actually ate breakfast there. I would hit the The Ruby Slipper cafe each morning because it was next to my hotel. At breakfast there each morning, I must have been the only person not drinking alcohol. The waiter told me some people come in for breakfast and start drinking, all the others are still out from the night before. Good thing I'm an artist. I must be sober to draw. Therefore I behaved myself and just ate boring old breakfast, which is not boring at all in New Orleans.
Jun 15, 2015
Everyone needs to get tipped in New Orleans. I'm not just talking about waiters, waitresses and bartenders. When you walk down the street, you must tip every great musical street performer. The jugglers, poets, costumed maniacs, fortune tellers, painters and homeless people, all have to get duked too. One must always carry change. Then you have to figure out how much each individual gets. So depending on how talented or funny each freak is, I give out from one to five bucks per person. There are some really clever folks along with some lazy ass showman too. Maintaining a pocket full of singles all day long is no easy task. I get a lot of ice teas during the day so I am always getting change. After a few days every nut on the street knew me. SO I began drawing each of them. This I would do secretly without them being aware of what I was up to. It's a lot of hard work but I love the result. I would take a break from drawing each day around 11:30 AM. I'd order my ice tea which they would refill for free 10 more times. Always the same routine, a street performer dressed in a white tuxedo and tails with an American flag top hat would be sitting at the bar drinking a bourbon. I would ask the bartender if I could buy him one. He'd sit and talk with me for half an hour. I couldn't understand a word he said because his southern accent was so thick. Later during the day I would run into him performing on the street and he'd give me the hi sign. After all we were great buddies.
Jun 12, 2015
America's most bad-assed musicians live in New Orleans. Even young kids play like pros. If you've ever been to the Big Easy, then you know who these dudes are. They came up to me on a break to see the sketch I was doing. My drawing cracked them up. I got their e-mail addresses and sent them a high rez.
Jun 10, 2015
Recently my wife and I went to New Orleans. It was quite hot, in the mid 90s everyday. I rented a bike the for whole time. Each day I would cruise from neighborhood to neighborhood. Now I know the place very well. I'd already been there a half a dozen times before over the years. As I drew this, a horse drawn carriage came by and the tour guide pointed to the apartment building I was sitting in front of. He told the tourists that the place was where Lee Harvey Oswald and Truman Capote once lived, not at the same time though. Afterwards I went to have a cold beer. A couple started talking to me. I gave them some squirrel stickers. They got up to leave and walked around the corner. Suddenly they drove around the corner back in front of me and down the street. The two of them were on 10 foot tall bicycles. Only in the Big Easy.