That evening I went to a pub to have a beer and listen to some Irish music. A guy and his wife sat down at a table in front of me, perfect targets for a candid sketch. My book popped open to the half-finished drawing. Amazingly, the animal heads lined up with the human bodies. So I just finished the drawing without giving it another thought.
About then his wife spotted me. She turned to her husband and said, “Herb, that artist is drawing a picture of us. You should go take a look.”
No, I gestured. Don’t bother. But he staggered over anyway and stood beside to me, staring at my picture, grunting and hiccuping.
Oh, great, I thought, I’m dead. He’s pissed off, for sure. How could I possibly explain this insulting portrait? Especially since I made him a ewe and his wife was a rooster.
But Herb didn’t say a word. He toddled back and sank into his chair and took a long, searching look at his beer bottle. Then he pushed the bottle away and never took another sip.
6 comments:
Amazing drawings. I feel like there's a lesson here.
That is hilarious. I have completed similar unfinished sketches, but never with such wonderful results. Made me laugh.
Haha cute.
Yeah so did I.
There were these old group of European looking people who would take a walk every morning. There would always be an old man with a baseball hat and two old ladies that always fallowed behind.
Yep, you guessed it I sketched in my sketchbook a rooster character followed by two cackling old hens in babushkas. :D
I'll have to fix it up some time.
Great stuff here James!!
always love having a look at your sketches...keep em coming!!
I am laughing...
I really love your lines, written & drawn, thanks, g
After seeing that, and contemplating his existence, he may never have taken a drink again, hah!
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