Monday, July 16, 2018

When The Rurales Rode

July 16, 2018
   I have always dug the Rurales and their association with the Arizona Rangers, fighting crime along the border in the early 1900s.


Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:
"When The Rurales Rode"

   I was looking through my Mexico files and re-discovered a little booklet by the artist Bill Leftwich who apparently self-published "Los Rurales de Porfirio Diaz" in 2007. The author-illustrator wrote his forward from Fort Davis, Texas in 2004.


   The small pamphlet has some cool little nuggets of history:

   "The Guarda Civil horse troopers of Spain served as a model for the Rurales. Hard, disciplined men with unlimited power, keeping a close watch on the people with only the President's interests in mind." That would be Porfirio Diaz who ruled Mexico for 30 years and his dictatorial regime led almost directly to the Mexican Revolution. So, the Rurales have a bit of a fascist bent as Porfirio referred to his main man in Sonora as his "mailed fist." This presumes to "mailed" as in a suit of armor, but unfortunately, to English speakers, it comes off as he Fed-exed his main man to the sites of contention.

   According to Leftwich, "the first rural constabulary was in the 16th Century and was called 'Santa Hermandad,' or, Holy Brotherhood. This outfit was formed by landowners to eliminate the lawless elements in their areas. Another forerunner of the Rurales was an organization of 1710 called, the 'Acordada.' The purpose of the Acordada was to 'apprehend and jail highwaymen." Bill translates "Acordada" as "decision, order, and to resolved by common consent."

   Leftwich died in 2009 at age 85. He worked in Mexico in the 1960s and met guys who knew the Rurales and the pamphlet has little nuggets in it, like, during the Presidency of Benito Juarez they were called "Cuerpo de Caballeria de Defensa Rurales" or, Body of Horsemen For Rural Defense. They were famous for wearing leather pants and jackets and were often referred to as "Los Cuerudos," the leather guys. Ha. Love that stuff.


   Tomorrow, I'll get into their uniforms, which were designed by Porfirio Diaz himself and based on the charro rig. Ay-yi-yi! You are going to dig this.

   Here's another gem from the pamphlet:

   "God is good, but He is better in Spain than in Mexico."
—Old Vaquero Saying

Sunday, July 15, 2018

Those Texas Boys Stood In The Moonlight And Reloaded

July 15, 2018
   Flailed around this weekend on painting. By "flailed" I mean, I just don't know if I ended up with anything, so it's flailing and wailing and I just don't know if I'll ever get this painting thing down.



"Those Texas Boys Stood In The Moonlight
And Reloaded"




"Home Corral"

   Ever think about an old flame? I've got about five girls I'm still trying to impress. It's not like were ever going to the prom, or anything, but I will never forget them.


"An Old Flame"

Here's a painting I could have sold 18 times already. Pat Fotos, you own a hot one.



"Rita Mamacita"

  So, what to make of all this crazy effort? Well, I think ol' Dag has the answer:

"Do not look back. And do not dream about the future, either, It will neither give back the past, nor satisfy your other daydreams. Your duty, your reward—your destiny—are here and now."

—Dag Hammarskjold    

Saturday, July 14, 2018

Three For One: Caught With His Pants Down

July 14, 2018
   It was on this date in 1881 that Billy the Kid caught a bullet in Pete Maxwell's house in old Fort Sumner, New Mexico. I have illustrated the events leading up to this weird killing numerous times.

   Three lawmen rode up from Roswell, New Mexico to Fort Sumner. Sheriff Pat Garrett and two deputies, Kip McKinney and John Poe went to Maxwell's house.

   In the Garrett-Poe version of the killing, Pat leaves his two deputies outside the Maxwell home and goes in Pete's bedroom to ask about the whereabouts of Billy (full disclosure: Maxwell wrote Garrett a letter basically saying the Kid was porking his sister and to please come take care of him). While the deputies are waiting at the gate, they see a lone figure come walking across the parade ground in his stocking feet and buttoning up his pants.

  I have always thought this was a crock. Two words: bull heads. Or, is that one word: bullheads? You know, stickers that hurt if you are walking without shoes, at night, and buttoning up your pants.



Billy Metaphorically Zips Up

   I don't believe any of this. It doesn't make sense. The men, and I mean all of them: Garrett, McKinney, Poe and Maxwell, but especially Maxwell, wanted to avoid the dishonor to young Paulita's virtue, and, so, in a Victorian laced concocted story, they got him out of the house, walking barefoot. This was a tortured way to explain why the Kid was in his stocking feet when he was shot down.

   I believe the Kid was in the Maxwell house in Paulita's bedroom just before the shooting. There is contention about where exactly that bedroom was in relation to her brother Pete's bedroom. Some say, across the hall, others claim her bedroom was upstairs. There are those that argue there wasn't a second floor at the time of the killing (Poe says in his write-up that it was a single story adobe). In McKinney's version, they simple went to the Maxwell house, tied up the girl and waited for the Kid to appear in the doorway and shot him down (Garrett supposedly hid behind a sofa. There's an image).

   As I was writing this, I looked up above my desk to see the original of this unfinished sequence:


"Three for One"

   I found this old playing card in an antique store with that writing on it—3 for 1—and thought it needed to be in the center of this allegorical sequence of the events leading up to the assassination, I mean, needed-killing, of Billy the Kid. Yes, that's Jesus in the painting and yes, that is my rendering of the knife the Kid was allegedly carrying when he was dispatched. And, yes, that is McKinney and Poe at the front gate.

"To cheat wolves is to promise vultures"

—Old Vaquero Saying




Friday, July 13, 2018

Le Secret du Jugs Iced Free!

July 13, 2018
   Got a big surprise in the mail this week from the Top Secret Writer, who found, on eBay, a very rare photo-comic book on "Le Secret du Grand Canyon."


The French Know How to Sell Weak Movies
On Paper!

   This classic photo-comic is based on the 1959 movie, "Edge of Eternity" which was filmed in and around Kingman, Arizona.


  The sequence, above, was filmed at Gold Road, but the sequence The Top Secret Writer was interested in, came later in the first act:


Jugs Iced Free, Baby!

   Yes, not only is that my father's Flying A gas station in the bottom left-hand corner, but I'm actually standing about 40 feet to the left of this frame watching them film this. My dad got me up at four a.m. to go open up the station with him so they could film this and I stood in the lube room in my little league Yankees baseball cap and watched the whole deal. I met the star Cornel Wilde (the guy in the sheriff's outfit). He said to me between one of the takes, "You're up kind of early."

   "Yes," I said, in an exclusive interview.

    Here is the next page, below, showing part of the POV shots at my dad's gas station and that is the Hualapais and the Smokehouse parking lot behind them. The other scenes were shot around downtown Kingman and the bottom right photo was taken at the El Trovatore Motel, which is on Hilltop.



Kingman A Go Go!

   What a treasure, thank you Paul Andrew Hutton for snagging this cool time capsule.

   Now here's what I want to know. These photo-comics thrived in Europe up until about the 1980s, and I know they were also a big deal in Mexico, but I don't recall ever seeing them in the U.S. Am I wrong about this? They sure seem cool, but I don't remember them on the newsstand. Do you?

"No passion in the world is equal to the passion to alter someone else's draft."
—H. G. Wells






A Wicked Cross: Line Breeding Is Dangerous

July 13, 2018
   Working on a variety of characters and scenes for "The Mexicali Stud."


Daily Whip Out: "Mexican Card Player"

   Trying to push the color in a muy Mexicana way, yet stay true to the form.


Daily Whip Out: "A Wicked Cross"

   Down on the border at the border crossings they invariably have these funky uniforms that look like they came out of a Prussian War movie. And, what exactly is "a wicked cross"?

A Wicked Cross
  Line breeding is cross breeding where the selective breeding of horses for a desired feature by mating them within a closely related line. When breeders use this basically inbreeding technique it usually breaks into threes. You might get three offspring that have superb traits, three that are so-so, then three that are not quite there but there's a strong chance that at least one of the latter is flat out wacko. They may look good, but they are irredeemable. They will hurt you. Somebody coughs and they jump ten feet sideways.




Daily Whip Out: "The Mexicali Stud"

  With all of the rain I am inspired to do some deluge paintings, emulating pouring paint:


Daily Whip Out: "The Deluge"


Daily Whip Out: "Bar Drifter"

Yes, he is drifting off to the right. This is part of an effort to have more neutral space in a painting or artwork, to give the eye a rest. Very important.


"You can't redeem a locoed horse."
—Craig Hamilton

Thursday, July 12, 2018

An Army of Hats and Mestizo Magnifico!

July 12, 2018
    Got rain last night for the second time in as many nights. The rain was great but heavy winds knocked out our power for five hours and that was not fun. Carole's son Bill said he power was out in Mesa for 20-some hours, so I guess I should feel lucky.

   Rounding up a bunch of big hat pictures for a synopsis I'm pulling together: 




"An Army of Big Hats"




"Last Gasp of the Resolute White Guy?"




"The Kid"




"Fang"





Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:
"Mestizo Magnifico"

   And this morning I took a stab at this guy:


"Teddy Scowls"

   Taken from a photograph of Teddy Roosevelt in El Paso, en route to Arizona for the dedication of Roosevelt Dam, March 1911.

   So what are all these disparate images aiming at?

"Give a book a bad name and it becomes a movie."
—Old Chuka Chuckle


Wednesday, July 11, 2018

History vs. Poetry

July 11, 2018
   The final pages of our September issue went out the door on Monday and I regret to say I had to swallow a couple bitter pills. I had a great quote for the cover that I thought really set up the entire package:





"Don't follow me. I've made a wreck of my life."
—Cole Younger

 But, on Monday morning I got an email from our editor asking where I got the quote, since it does not show up in his autobiography or anywhere else she could find. For the life of me I couldn't find it in my notes, which date back to September of 2001 when I was in Minnesota tracking the James-Younger Gang with master researcher Jack Koblas. Unfortunately, Jack has passed, but I contacted Mark Lee Gardner but he had never seen the quote, either, so rather than take a chance, I pulled it off the cover. 

   It gets worse. Another one of my favorite quotes from this story is: "We are rough men. Used to rough ways." I've seen it attributed to Cole, but more often to Bob Younger. I even used this quote on the opening spread of my Bad Men book back in 1999. Well, Meghan, once again finds a newspaper account that contains the quote and here it is:



   So, technically it's the newspaper reporter who says, quoting Bob Younger: "We are rough boys, used to rough work." Well, crap, that is not as good a quote. The first one is poetry and this second one is, well, certainly not as strong. So, rather than fight this (and try and find the genesis of the rough men quote), I had to let both quotes go for the sake of accurate history.

"History has ruined many a good story. This is one of them."
—Old Vaquero Saying

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

The Mexicali Stud And The Vaquero Who Saved Him

July 10, 2018
   My cousin Craig Hamilton is a noted horse trainer and I called him in Kingman last night to talk about how my fictional character, Ojos de Gringo, might save a "bad" horse. In a nutshell, here's the essence of Craig's approach: "A horse can read your heart from a hundred yards away."



 Daily Whip Out:
"The Mexicali Stud and the Vaquero
Who Saved Him."



My Notes On Craig Hamilton's Philosophy:
    "You need to get their attention. They don’t expect a predator to communicate with them and that is the beginning and it’s all about the listening. 


My Kingman Cowboy Cousins
Chase and his father Craig Hamilton, at right, with me at the Diamond Bar Ranch, April 1, 2017


   "Most of the time, to a horse it’s like having a conversation with someone who’s throwing rocks at you. We are predators to them and when we put pressure on them, even by walking towards them, they are forced to fight or flee. I often say, 'don't just do something, just stand there.' If he wants to be 180 degrees from you, let him. If he starts to move, I start and when he stops I stop. I'm readin' his eyes, while he's watching me like a snake. If I'm patient, eventually he will give me that look that says, 'Are you tryin' to talk to me?' Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. 

   "That opens the door.

    "There are three keys: what you do, what he does responding to what you do, and then what you do next.

   "I once got a call about a problem horse that the owners were going to put down because he was attacking people and he put one person in the hospital. As I opened the corral gate, I saw this skinny, three-year-old thoroughbred with his head down. He wanted nothing to do with me. I took myself into a position of non-aggression. I sent my heart across that corral with empathy. Under my breath I was saying, "Buddy, I am so sorry. You weren't born this way." It took me several hours, but he finally 'bought me.' I put my heart in my hand and when I actually touched him, that's where the bullshit ends. 

   "I had a rough childhood. All the best horsemen have that in common. When I walk into a corral with one of these studs I know what they're going through. I was in the same way when I was young. I was at war with the world and I can feel their pain. Like those horses, you eventually have to put some trust in those two-legged bastards. It ain't easy. And, it needs to be said, they are far more courageous than we are.

   "Here are the seven aspects to good horse training: listening, respect, acceptance, obedience, faith, love and appreciation. There may be more, but those are the ones that work for me."

"In the end, you could say, horses healed me."
—Craig Hamilton

Monday, July 09, 2018

Tom Wolf Meets Tom Mix Who Meets Ojos de Gringo

July, 9, 2018
   Worked on a whole bunch of things over the weekend, including this:


Daily Whip Out:
"Tom Mix Ojos de Gringo"

   Thought I could do worse than to channel Tom Mix as Ojos. Also worked on a scene inspired by the John Ford film "The Fugitive" which was filmed in 1947:



Daily Whip Out:

"Ojos Rides In"


Challenged myself this morning to do the five key scenes in the Mexicali Stud story.


   Instructive. Also


Daily Whip Out: "Monsoon Study"

   Got another piece going that has some potential.


"Those Texas Boys Stood In The Moonlight
And Reloaded"

      And sometimes I just put dreams on paper.


Daily Whip Out: "Climbing Coyote Pass"

"Caricaturists, as any caricaturist can tell you, live, work and die in a shantytown scarcely visible from that monumental Brasilia known as the world of art."
—Thomas Wolf, closet caricaturist

Sunday, July 08, 2018

The Art of Cheating Artists

July 8, 2018
   I hate people who cheat artists. That's why I sent a check to Sony for $15 because I felt so guilty buying a pirated DVD of "The Interview" in Thailand several years ago. I also hate it that my music app on my phone is called Napster, which, to me, is slang for "let's cheat artists." 

One Lazy Book Buyer
   I hate it that I am so lazy I more often than not click on Amazon to get a book when I should be driving to an actual bookstore. And, like most recovering-guilt-ridden-Lutherans I sometimes atone for my sins by driving down to Desert Ridge (15 miles away!) where there is a Barnes & Noble, and—this is a ritual—I go in, check out the rack position of True West, then grab everything that catches my eye and buy it. This happened yesterday.



$170 worth of books and magazines
in Support of  an actual bookstore

  Oh, and here's our rack position at Barnes & Noble:


Face out at Barnes & Noble

    So, for me, life is good when these two dynamics align. Afterwards, I met my production manager,  Robert Ray, next door at Barrio Queen for lunch to talk about my next project. It is going to be somewhere in this mix:


Western Graphic Novels From Europe

   These are all hardbound, oversized books (9" X 12.5"). It pains me that these are popular in Europe but not here. WTF. That is ridiculous, but it's true.


The Mexicali Stud

Of course, in my righteous anger, I realize I may be missing the mark, completely. Maybe Western graphic novels are not popular here because nobody wants them. Also, when it comes to the art of cheating artists there are plenty of people in the food chain who beat the Napsters of the world every day of the week:

"The music business looks like schoolboys compared to the TV business. They care about nothing but profit."
—Tom Petty

  And, so, the bottom line is I want to create something I would like to read, but at the same time I really don't want to be this guy:

"He is very fond of making things he does not want, and then giving them to people who have no use for them."
—Anthony Hope



Saturday, July 07, 2018

Serious as A Heart Attack: Alums I love

July 7, 2018
   Getting up real early now because of the heat. It's still nice out at about five in the morning and this morning when I got out on the road, I saw this:


 Ratcliff Ridge this morning at 5:30 a.m.

It got better. 


Ratcliff Ridge at about six.


  If you haven't heard by now, the comedian Colin Quinn had a heart attack back in February. Evidently most people don't know about it because as he told Seth Meyers, "I've been in the business for 105 years [a joke] and even TMZ didn't know. I had to stop and tell them. That's not how I thought fame would work. A guy on a stoop is moving a couch and he recognizes me and says, 'Hey Colin Quinn can you give us a hand?' Nobody says to Rhiannon, 'Hey, you got jumper cables?'"

   "Yes, I had a heart attack and I don't look at it as the end. It's the beginning, of the end. Because now I KNOW I'm gonna die. Before, you figure, 'I'm not gonna die,' but now I figure, oh, no, now I'm gonna be one of those who dies.

   "Two things bother me the most. One is all my comedian friends use the same tired cliche: 'that was your lucky day.' I should have played the Powerball. The other is, I feel like I'm on the warning track or the on deck circle and everyone thinks, 'Oh, we can't count on you, because the most important thing is survival. If anyone dies out on 49th Street, they'll say, 'That was sad,' but with me, if I die, people will be like, 'You know he had a condition.'"

   Colin has a new tour, "One In Every Crowd," and it's about, well, I'll let him tell you: "In every group from nursery school to retirement homes there's one toxic person. It's a phenomenon. Whether you're in an order of nuns or a prison gang there's always that one person. Even Doctor's Without Borders there's that one doctor who says, 'You call that fixing a cleft palate?" I don't know, man, there's just that one person that has a higher power and who feels like its their duty to destroy all the people around them. I can't believe we haven't assigned a commission to study this."

"The fact that many people should be shocked by what he writes practically imposes it as a duty upon the writer to go on shocking them."
—Aldous Huxley, 1931

Friday, July 06, 2018

Frontier Folk

July 6, 2018
   I am going to do a doubletruck featuring all of the people Ojos de Gringo runs into on his quest to bring back the Mexicali Stud. It's a pretty diverse group of people.


Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:
"Chinese Merchants at Mexicali, Baja"

   He also meets a few of these:


Daily Whip Out: "Mexicali Pals"

And, of course, the guy who set the whole journey in motion:



Daily Whip Out: "Don Diego de Viagra"

      Some have claimed he was a hard man. Ojos also met a red man.


Daily Whip Out: "A Red Man"

And he had his ups and downs with the U.S. Military:


Daily Whip Out:
"Cranky Enlisted Men"

Not to mention some red-eyed vaqueros:


Daily Whip Out: "Rudolfo Fierra"


   And more than one tight-assed bean counters.


Daily Whip Out: "The Merchant"

"We are the sum total of everyone we meet."
—Old Vaquero Saying