Woke up this morning with the inspiration to finally render Mickey Free's saddle. Been on my to do list for at least a year. I have great reference thanks to a photo Chet Provorse shared with me of a funky saddle, complete with a machete scabbard, he took a photo of, while traveling in Mexico. Christmas before last, when my family was in Copper Canyon I took a couple photos of a great Mexican saddle with tapaderos, on the plaza at Cerocahui (deep in Copper Canyon). Extrapolating between the two saddles I came up with this rendering:
"Mick's Saddle"
From Remington's Waterlogged Sketchbook, Arizona, 1888
Provinance Applied And Denied
In college I dated a stripper named Amber Glowe. Her father's uncle, Lippo Azmas claimed to have a long lost sketchbook by Freddy Remington. Of course, I didn't believe it at the time, but she was charming and persuasive and the next thing you know we're out at Lippo's "ranch" on the Little Colorado (north of Holbrook), listening to Lippo's tall tales of how he came to own this "lost treasure." When I finally took a gander at the sketchbook, I was amazed by what I saw. If that isn't Remington's hand, I'll eat my hat.
Or, so the backstory will claim, in the magazomic version of the story.
"Home, in one form or another, is the great object of life."
—Josiah G. Holland
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