Oh, I am a big fan of Hugh Jackman's body of work. Big fan. I like him here, I really enjoy him here, and also here. If I were on the beach and Hugh was splashing about, I'd have the same reaction as the above guys.
This is the second installment of this category. I have been fascinated with this woman who goes to my gym for years. She is well into her eighties and stands at about 4'9". She always has a full face of showgirl makeup and industrial strength fake eyelashes which I just love. Her basic uniform stays pretty consistant: a dark baseball hat, either a black or blond short wig, a t-shirt tied in a knot at her waist, some old school Jane Fonda workout tights with a dark colored panty over the top, big scrunchy socks and dark tennis shoes. God bless her. I've always wondered what her story is.
Did she head a dance company back when? Was she one of the original Rockettes? Or is she someone who came to LA and the pursuit of glamour and fame drove her a bit nutty?
One day I'll introduce myself but for now I will appreciate her at a respectful distance.
Rosie O'Donnelljust announced that she is all done with the turdfest that is The View. She is quitting three weeks early after her verbal scuffle with co-host Elizabeth what's her face. That show was a major yawnfest before she was on it and will certainly return to that. Even though she gets a little carried away now and then, I must say that I do quite like that Rosie. At some recent award benefit, Rosie went on a rant that ended with her grabbing her crotch and telling Donald Trump to Eat Me! God bless her. Now I have to figure out how to un-Tivo that show.
This is a new category that I will post a quick sketch to every so often. I used to be pretty good about going to the gym on a regular basis. I, unfortunately, was in a fender bender about nine months ago and only recently have been able to resume working out. They say muscle has a memory, but I am here to testify that fat has an even better memory! Fat never, ever forgets. After a long absence, going back to the gym is pretty entertaining. Sure some good worked out eye candy is always nice but at my gym today, there seemed to be an extremely large bounty of unusual shapes. A fifty something, 5'2" gentleman caught my eye this afternoon. He was nearly as big around as he was tall and he was wearing a half shirt. Yes, a half shirt. He has body confidence the likes of which I certainly don't. I should say he wasn't just wearing it, he was working it. I stared as long as I could without being too obviously then I texted a friend who also goes to my gym. I described the guy and my pal said he's always there and bares a strong resemblance to a Weeble Wobble. Remember those toys? Weebles Wobble but they don't fall down. There were plenty of other fun shapes I saw. I will be drawing them soon. Stay tuned.......
I basically watch American Idol to hear Paula Abdul's critiques. I love me a loopy, barely coherent Miss Abdul. Here is a prime example. She recently got all jacked up on pills, fell, and blamed it on her dog, had a little mishap where she alleges that in order to not step on her chihuahua, set tripped and ended up all bruised with a broken nose. I can't wait to hear how out of it she'll be tonight on Idol. Oh the simple pleasures........
Back in January I posted this photo from a body painting session I had done. That was from way, way back in 1998. I wanted to show another photo from that same session as well as photos from two others. I used grease paint, eye liner, and eye shadow on a very fit model. :) I have more extensive body painting projects planned. Stay tuned.
"I've had to turn myself into Bree. It's so bloody hard getting into a private school in Beverly Hills. As a parent you feel like you are on trial. I've been having to promise to do loads for the school and David had offered to give the pupils some football lessons. I'm just worried that my cupcakes won't be up to standard!"
Victoria, you don't need to worry about your d-cupcakes. They are like bright, shining headlights. Your d-cupcakes always draw attention and are easy to spot. Posh, I'd say your cupcakes are anything but standard.
I went on an excursion into my art vault this afternoon with the help of my man servant and I found this drawing I did back in 2002. On this site, often the illustrations are done with pen on paper and finished by adding photoshopcolor. This drawing, however, is 100% pen on a 9" x 12" piece of paper without any enhancement.
It pains me to see this photo of my precious Amy Winehouse. I don't know if she just has a naturally jacked up grill or if it's something far more destructive. Which ever, I had to floss and brush my teeth before I sat down to do these drawings. As I was drawing the above image I really got into the swirling lines of her hair. It reminded me of one of my favorite album covers by Milton Glaser. So I took the above image a step further and did this:
This is an aside story. Earlier today before I saw that photo of Miss Winehouse I had coffee with my pal Ashley who had seen Amy perform at the Coachella music festival the previous weekend. Ashley said that Miss Winehouse was clearly drunk during her one hour set and she kept asking for her "medicine". Ashley said in spite of her obvious intoxication, that Amy put on an amazing show.