#369: Drawing Caricatures in Times Square, Cold Cartoons and Moulin Rouge at a New York Theatre Named After a Cartoonist
+Morris wants to know why you're bothering belly-rub time.
The cartoon above went hyper-viral last week on Facebook for no particular reason. It happens all the time; a cartoon from years ago will get snagged up by an algorithm and go around the world a million times. They will, inevitably, trim off the artist’s signature before doing so. Because of course they will.
Sometimes a nice reader recognizes the work and tags you. The best you can ask for is a credit in the caption, but one doesn’t hold one’s breath. (If the toon tickles your funnybone, you can get one for your wall here.)
toon tickles your funnybone, you can get one for your wall here.)
Moulin Rouge at the Hirschfeld
Sophie and I went to see the musical based on the movie written by Aussie legends Baz Luhrmann and Craig Pearce last night. I spent more time ogling the art on the walls than enjoying the show, but I’ll go into more detail in a post coming this Saturday about the whole shemozzle. The show was… aahhh…. not great.
On account of the huge snow and ice storms that have hit the US this past fortnight, this week’sis all about the Cold.
Every year Winter encroaches into Spring longer than the year before, like a dinner guest who lingers like a bad smell after you've dropped every hint in your toolkit to tell them to skedaddle. All that is to say, a Spring dress is a Spring dress, whether it's 5 degrees out or not.
Find much better cartoons on the topic here:
The bartender glares at us when we ask for a hot water top-up. Tea is the cheapest item on the menu, and we’d already been sitting here for three hours. I order a Kronenburg 00 out of guilt as a young couple in black perch at the opposite end of the bar.
The man says something very intently into the young woman’s ear as she gestures to the bartender. She asks, in the thickest cockney English accent I’ve ever heard, if they are serving food.
The young French waiter rolls his eyes and hisses back, “Que demandez-vous?”
“Duck!” she says, ever so slightly louder. Still in English.
“Comfy Duck?” she adds, shaking her head.1
He brought her a large cup of black coffee…
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I was doing more digital live caricatures for the Hyatt in Times Square on Friday night.
At one point, one of the revelers collapsed and the paramedics flooded into the room where myself and 2 other caricaturists were drawing (She turned out to be fine. Just a little too much reveling.) One of the artists, the very funny Angie Jordan, was sitting behind me while I scootched back to make room, and took the opportunity to scribble what she could see from her seat. I think she nailed it…
While I do love the convenience of a drawing tablet, I can’t ever replicate the joy of using analog tools. I’m launching my new Substack in 2024 called “Process Junkie” to explore all of the joys of the Process of making art. If you’re interested in that kind of thing, you can sign up here:
Until next time,
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