Went home for lunch and finished a vaquero piece I have been noodling for a week or so.
"Vaquero Busts Loose"
My Uncle Glenn Marvin (my father's little brother) asked me to do a "quick sketch" of he and his pretty wife, Claudia, for their Christmas card. I really didn't want to do it, but, well, I knew what my dad would want, so against my better judgement I gave it a go.
"Two of My Favorite Norwegians
In The Clouds"
On another front, I couldn't leave yesterday's Whip Out alone and this morning I just had to put another layer of detail on the foreground, like this:
"On They Rode, Part II"
When I gave my talk on Geronimo last Tuesday to the WWII vets, I got this question: "Did any of Geronimo's children survive and where are they today?"
Back in the early nineties, when I first started the Geronimo project, I drove over to the Mescalero Apache Reservation near Ruidoso, New Mexico and met Harlan Geronimo who claims to be a great grandson. My quest was to see how he smiled, because I had a hunch it would perhaps be like his great grandfather's grin, and I wasn't disappointed:
Harlan Geronimo, 1994
If you look at photos of Geronimo you can see that he probably had a similar grin when he laughed. At least that's how I played it on paper.
The Famous Geronimo Smirk
And speaking of lines on paper, I am concerned about declining skills which is inevitable with age.
The Inevitable Decline
“I can’t even draw a line now. I can’t even draw a line. I look at this stuff and I say, ‘How the hell did that guy do it?’”
—Mac Conner, 105, a master illustrator hero of mine, who died on September 26, in Manhattan
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