Roman From Utretch Art Supply Store

Last week I participated in a promo event infront of Utretch Art Supply Store on 4th ave in NYC where Roman, Kenly Dillard and I happily drew customers and onlookers infront of the store as they were having a monster sale inside and outside the store with a lot of free giveaways. Roman had such a great face I couldnt resist slamming him. When you see him at Utretch, tell him I said Hi. Utretch, by the way, is my number one art store in the city. they ALWAYS have what I need.

Random sketches from train enjoy

Beware Of Dishonest Debt Col-lectors My Latest Editorial Cartoon for The Wave Newspaper

In this Editorial segment, the writer of The Wave put the much needed, long overdue spotlight on dishonest dirty rat debt collectors who scam millions of New Yorkers out of their hard earned cash. Maybe YOU'VE even gotten a call from these con artists wanting to play "lets make a deal" over the phone, having you pay money of debts that ARENT YOURS.

Beware Of Dishonest Debt Col-lectors
New York State Attorney General Andrew Cuomo is on a mission. Just two weeks ago, he sued 35 law firms and two debt collecting firms that operate in the state in order to throw out more than 100,000 default judgments improp-erly obtained against state citizens. Here’s the way the scam works. One day you open your mail, and you get a debt collection letter from a firm you have never heard of about a debt that you never incurred. One recent letter that has hit Rockaway homes purports to come from a company collecting for Veri-zon that seeks to collect a few hundred dollars that you owe on a phone num-ber you never had. Two or three weeks later, the telephone calls begin. When you explain that you don’t owe the debt, the person on the other end of the phone says that you do, and offers you a “deal” to pay off for half the amount owed. The letters and calls continue, and eventually the person on the other end of the phone says that the agency is going to court against you, and it does. The problem is, agents of the company certify to the court that you have been served with a subpoena to appear in court on a certain day, when in fact you have not. When you do not show up on the appointed day, the agency gets a judgment against you. That judgment is then sent to your bank, and your account is seized, even if it contains monies from social security and pensions, something that is not allowed under the law. The banks find it easer to simply obey the court order than to check where the money in the account comes from. Now, however, Cuomo wants all of those default judgments overturned, something for which we should all applaud him. As a consumer, you have cer-tain rights. You have the right to ask the caller proof that you owe the debt, but it must be done in writing. You have the right to see credit card receipts and other documentary proof that you owe the debt. And, should your bank account be seized, you have the right to appeal that with the clerk of the court, arguing that you were never served with the subpoena. Don’t take the debt collectors lightly. Many of them are crooks, out to take away your hard-earned money.

live drawing 4 today

Junk in da Trunk! Junk in Da Front! Da gurl cant help it....

Saw this gurl in my travels today...

Those Eyes! THOSE LIPS!!!

I bet if she batted her eyelashes really fast, she could take flight!!!

Thank God For The MTA

Been in a non drawing mood lately...these faces got me all excited again! Thank God For the MTA!

Diversity

These series of caricatures juxtaposed together was originally for another illustration project. As i began tweaking them in Photoshop, this whold diversity theme kept resonating within me and became an unexpected inspiration for this piece. I Guess like everyone else, as corny as it sounds, I really do want world peace....

My Favorite Michael Jackson Memory

When I had you
I treated you bad I’m wrong my dear
And ’cause it says you been away

(chorus)
Don’t you know I sit around
With my head hanging down
And I wonder who’s lovin’ you
I should have never, ever
Ever made you cry
And cause it says you been gone
(chorus)
(bridge)

Life with out love, huh...
It’s oh so lonely
I don’t think I’m gonna make it

All my life, I’ve been lost to you only
Come on & take it girl
Come on & take it, because....
All, all I can do since you’ve been gone is cry
And do you ever wonder or worry
Your feeling hurt like I do
(chorus)



This is my old time favorite Michael Jackson song. What I love about it was that I heard it when I was about nine years old. I could NOT believe that a child close to my own age could sing a song with such raw emotion and pathos that I felt like a much older man was singing it. Mike was able to get soooooo much INSIDE that song that he didnt just SING it, he made you FEEL it, expecially the last note when he goes up in the stratasphere with that incredibly beautiful falsetto. I knew, like so many others in my generation, that good things, better things were going to follow, and in the decades that did, he never disappointed. I'm proud to say that ive ALWAYS been his fan even with all the years of self destructive wierd behavior. His music served as a backdrop to a lot of the way I was feeling. I'll alwasys remember him for that.

The King of Pop

Like many of his fans worldwide, I was stunned by the death of Michael Jackson he died so young, and even though he was right in front of us for so many years, we never really knew him.

Since his sudden death last week, not a day has gone by where you dont hear his name spoken in casual conversation by a stranger, hear one of his recordings on the radio, or see his image on television. People all over the world have nothing but words of praise and adoration for the late, great, King of Pop.

It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.


People are full of such hypocrisy.


a month ago, a year ago, and even further back still, whenever the name of Michael Jackson was spoken, you could be sure that it was a result of a joke. People loved to caricature the way he danced, his preoccupation with Chimps, Lamas, and little boys. People teased the many faces of Jackson, whom The New York Post gleefully referred to as "WACKO JACKO" People ridiculed him for being a grown up Peter Pan who created his own world, "NEVERLAND" and refused adults access into it.

Unless you happened to be a Hollywood Icon like Liz Taylor, or Marlon Brando.

Up until recently, Many African Americans called him a "sellout" an Imitation Black Man, who hated his own race so much that he used his great wealth to physically change himself into the object of his adoration.

A Caucasian Male.

Complete with a dimple in his chin.


If this wasnt bad enough, he even managed to buy himself some White Children, just to complete his fantasy.


Yep, a month ago, Michael Jackson was a wacked out, crouch grabbing, child molesting, Peter Pan wannabe whose time had passed.

Now, "Everybody Loves him" "Everybody was influenced by him" "Everybody will miss him".

I hate how hypocritical the world is...

It would have been NICE to know before Mike died that he was such a humanitarian that he gave MILLIONS, more than any other celeb to various charities around the world.

That would have been nice to hear.
But you only find out about the good stuff about someone when they die.

It would be nice, for once, to celebrate people while they LIVE.

Sneak peek at new comic

The Legend continues.... I had so much fun doing the Father's day comic that I decided to do a followup or two when I was in Junior High School. The names have been changed of course but the events are factual...

From now on, Ive decided to dump all my COMIC RELATED DRAWINGS into a NEW BLOG entitled SUBWAY SURFERS SEQUENTIAL ART BLOG. CHECK OUT THE LINK ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THIS BLOG.

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Studies in Blk and Wht

Sometimes the tools that I draw with bring out certain qualities in my caricatures that I otherwise wouldnt discover if i always used my "favorite tools" Lately I've been experimenting with an "Old Standard" the old reliable, always available SHARPIE marker. This time, I observed people on the train and Took my time. I like the constrasting results.

Father's Day Story Introduciton

It's Finally HERE!! The one day where Dad get's credit for being ... DAD!!! FATHER"S DAY!!!
It's the day where millions of Dads around the world will try to act surprised as they recieve yet ANOTHER bottle of Old Spice Aftershave (that they'll never be caught dead wearing) a brand new necktie,(that if they ever wore it to the office they would be laughed at and then immediately fired for breaking the dress code) and maybe a ceramic mug from art class that leaks. Some of the more artistic kids will give Dad a great drawing scribbled on notebook paper that Dad will proudly hang on the refrigerator door art gallery.

Im one of the artistic kids, so I wanted to give my Dad a refrigerator drawing, that he'd want to hang there for more than a day. Sometimes Fathers do something unexpected and may seem insignificant at the time for their kids that help to change to course of their child's life. My Dad certainly did this for me, and up until now, i dont think he really knew this. I set out this week to let him know in this cartoon what he did and how it affected my life, and in the process , bring back some warm and painful memories... at least for me...
so let's get on with the story....





The year was 1971
A lot was happening that year….

Walt Disney World opened…
The Pittsburgh Pirates won the World SeriesIntel released the world’s first microprocessor, the 4004… America was being introduced to a new TV family called “The Bunkers”, and a bigot named “Archie”, was soon to become a household name. All in the Family premieres

None of that mattered to me though, I was too busy “experiencing life” and at 11 years old, life wasn’t all that good Little did I know, that something was about to happen, something my Father did, without him realizing it that would change my life forever….

Every kid is born with an innate sense of confidence and self esteem… then he goes to school and quickly learns about “differences" and is quickly put into a category.

That category is your “brand” your “mark.”

The kids took one look at me, took out a rubber stamp, and put “geek” on my forehead. Once you’ve got a mark like that put on you, it’s pretty hard to wash it off.

Fathers Day Story Comic

Once again, just like many times before, I had gotten beat up, but THIS time it was different. This Time I took my beating like a man, standing up for myself, instead of cowering in fear. Dad showed me that although someone ELSE “put a mark on you” it didn’t have to STAY on you. You had the choice whether to keep it on or fight to pull it off. It felt much more satisfying to pull it off.




I went on from that day forward to seriously study the martial arts. That same year I started studying Hung Gar Gung Fu, that eventually led to Goju Karate, Muay Thai Kickboxing, Filipino stick/knife fighting, and even Bruce Lee’s JKD system. For the next 20 years I used the martial arts as a vehicle to help me grow as a person. Through my practice, I met great people, gained self confidence, and especially learned how to fight WITHOUT getting my glasses broken. All of that started from one simple book that a Father shared with his son. My Dad taught me that I didn’t HAVE to be a victim. For that I would be eternally grateful.

Minister Mike Pilivachi of Souled Out by subwaysurfer

I was channel surfing this afternoon and got stuck on the GOD TV Channel. I was intrigued by the appearance of this particular speaker, minister Mike Pilivachi ,who was South African I think. He was a white minister who wore a very colorful electric blue and brown African dashiki, had pale skin and a thick curly mane of black hair that framed his face. He was speaking to a group of young people about doing random acts of kindness, and i enjoyed his sermon as much as drawing his great face.

Sneak peek Father's Day Project...

Man if you think Im a creepy lookin adult, you would've lost your lunch lookin at me as a child! LOL! Heres a self portrait of me circa 1971 at 11 years old. Buck toothed, coke bottle glasses, pot belly, potruding butt, hunched shoulders, (also known as the "turtle posture" which comes from flinching because people are always takin swings at you!) and last but not least a lopsided afro....it WAS the seventies! LOL!!
this is a panel from a special Father's day strip Im putting together in honor of MY father, Clyde Bolling, whose intervention helped me through a difficult time, and set me on a truely life changing path. I plan on giving the comic to my dad on Father's day if I can complete it in time!!!! Gotta bet back to work! Stay tuned, it WILL be an entertaining read...

My life really DOES imitate art...


I really do look like a baby duck dont I??

QWAK!!

another monkey boy!

forgot to post this recent gig picture. Some faces just make you want to believe in the planet of the apes...

Life Drawing at Dr. Sketchy's NYC

I attended a Dr. Sketchy's Life drawing class along At Kenly Dillard's and Laurie Edmond's urging, a few months back, and couldnt resist caricaturing the model over and over. If you're not familiar with Dr. Sketchy's format, there's a lot of loud music, and the artist models dress in these elaborate, sometimes outlandish costumes and pose on stage for five ten, and fifteen minute poses. In this particular section, this lovely lady for posing with a midget companion, but he wasnt interesting enough for me to include him in the shot. The music often adds inspiration, as always to what i am drawing and when the record, great balls of fire came on, the joke came naturally. The Host was interesting to draw also, in his black suit, as was the Bald artist next to me with the BIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGG sketchpad.

OUCH!!! Now that's GOTTA HURT!!

I drew this caricature of this dude on the street a couple of weeks back at Union Square. Him and His gurlfriend, which i will post later were the only two Id done that day.What struck me about him and her were their piercings on their lips. he claimed it didnt hurt, but that it did interfere with kissing sometimes..... ya think????

Yabba Dabba Do!!

"Oh man.... PLEASE Dont hang out here"
That's what I thought to myself returning home late from a great gig I worked in Crestwood New York this weekend. As I mentioned in an earlier post, traveling is murderous on the trains during the weekend, and I felt like I was riding forever....I was tired, hungry, wet with perspiration,....and of course drawing on the train as usual.
The car wasnt particularly crowded , and i was just finishing a previous sketch I had done when the mountain of a man figure stopped short directly across from me.
This guy was BIG. Well over six feet, easily about three hundred pounds or close to it, and dark and imposing. He reminded me at first glance, Biggie Smalls, an I dont mind telling you I was beginning to feel a little intimidated, wondering if he was going to pound me into an ink spot....
Of course all the while I was wondering this I was madly sketching his massive form.
All of a sudden he asked me the most surprising question;
"So, are you drawing a Still Life?"
I hadnt pegged him for an artist, and laughed out loud,. exclaiming that a still life was the last thing I was drawing and commented on how boring they were. I asked him if he was an artist and he explained that he was when he was younger, and went on the tell me at length, the stuff he'd drawn as a kid.
" I used to pretend to draw portraits of kids, and then I'd show them a picture of Fred Flintstone that I drew instead," he said, smiling at the memory that brought back. I invited him to sit down and challenged him to draw me a Fred Flintstone on the spot which he nervously did while the train rocked back ande forth. ( I sometimes take for granted how well I can draw on a moving train.)As he was drawing Fred I took time out to finish my caricature of him, AND a bystander/on looker who sat across from us and had taken interest in our conversation. I asked him why he hadnt continued with his art and heard him say that he abandoned it because he "couldnt get anything going" (financially ) with it. my haart went out to him as I realized tht he, like so many artists, had abandoned their gift just because of financial pressure and lack of encouragement. I once again felt very blessed to be able to enjoy a measure of financial success as an artist.
As we parted I gave him the caricature Id done and he was really touched by it. I encouraged him to start drawing again for HIMSELF and not for financial gain. The money would come, but even if it didnt, I told him the art was something personal he could use for his own satisfaction and mental health. He nodded in agreement, and took one of the comics that I gave him as well. I told him that the comic I was giving him was drawn by the top unsung underground cartoonist ever. He smiled when I gave it to him, recalling that he'd read the work of this artist before.
It was a Track entitled, "The Sissy" by Jack Chick.