October 1, 2023
Been getting up later because the heat is finally subsiding, but I still seem to run into the same, fantastic sunrises.
By my count, this is the 48th shot in the Uno Sunrise Series. At this rate there will probably be a 365 Sunrise de Uno book and, or, calendar, available next fall. Or, not.
Take It Like A Man, Standing Up
Sometimes I work standing up—at my art desk. And invariably when I do this, someone who also hangs out in the studio, sidles up underneath to stare at me.
Art Desk Stare Down Sentinel
Redford's Liver Eating Johnson Colorized
Yes, we are considering Liver Eating Johnson for the December cover of True West, and yes, I am doing a Triple B color-by-degree on a black and white Redford movie still, and yes, I have my art references spread out in front of me, to be inspired from. Here's the first pass:
Daily Whip Out:
"Liver Eating Johnson Colorized"
Typical Publisher Behavior
One of the shockingly rude aspects of being in print so long is running into a fellow newshound at the Werner Segarra Vaquero Show at the Scottsdale Museum of the West last Thursday night and we both started right in on the Mike Lacey Back Page Trial and our predictions about the outcome. Short version: guilty of racketeering, going to jail for a significant stay. We quickly segued from there into the shocking, but sad fate of Lacey's co-defendant, who drove to the Thompson Boyce Arboretum two days before the start of the second trial, and, well, he chose to leave the planet without getting out of his vehicle.
My fellow newsprint junkie feigned outrage that Larkin didn't at least take in the spectacular Thompson Boyce state park offerings first, because this is such a beautiful time of year. This is a typical journalist tact, being so damn rude to each other about a tragic ending. Not really gallows humor, but more like deadline humor.
One of the things I remember most about starting work at New Times back in 1978 is how Jim told me they could only pay me $110 a week and when I readily agreed, he told me he was kicking himself for not trying to get me for less! It was a breathtakingly honest admission from the typical publisher MO-BS. I always loved the guy for that.
"They weren't making a living but they were doing what they wanted to do."
—Ed Fancher, founder and publisher of The Village Voice, speaking frankly of his early staff, and, who just passed at age 100