Oct 1, 2014
In Tuscany, Pinocchio is everywhere. We found out that the dude who wrote the story was from there. Tuscans have made him their symbol. Seeing him in every town and shop is quite amusing and fun. One town we visited was, San Gimignano. This is the home of the world's best gelato at a joint called, Dondoli. They have the awards to prove it. I bought into it anyway. One night we spent in Siena. As we were eating dinner, sitting in the main square, Yun reflected about the color of everything in the town. She said to me, "look how red everything is. Do you think that's where they came up with the color, Burnt Sienna?" My mind is too dumb to think in such ways. Anyhow, I looked it up and sure enough, Yun was right. I'm sure I will retire to Tuscany. That is what artists like me are supposed to do. After all, I am a cliche.
Sep 29, 2014
Recently Yun and I went to Europe. I did some really interesting drawings that I will be posting very soon. At one point, I was waiting to catch a flight at the airport in Pisa. I sat down and began to doodle in my new sketchbook. In the front of all my sketchbooks, I elaborately paint my name and phone number in case I lose it. That is what I was up to. There was an Italian boy sitting next to me that appeared to be high school age. He wanted to talk to me but he couldn't really speak any English. Then he showed me what he was doing. He'd seen me drawing my name, so he quickly looked me up on the internet on his phone. Giuseppe introduced himself to me. He was visiting from Sicily. Scrolling through my artwork on his phone, he wanted to know if that was me. I took out all the drawings I'd been making and showed him. He started following me on Instagram, Facebook and Twitter while we sat there. As I said, he couldn't speak English but he could read it quite well. He was laughing at all the stupid things I wrote in my drawings. It was fun killing time making a connection with someone. Then it was time for him to depart. When he stood up, he grabbed a pair of crutches lying next to him. That is when I noticed he had one foot missing. We shook hands and off he went. He didn't so much walk, as glide. He actually floated to his gate. I hope I hear from him.
Sep 26, 2014
I'm always riding my bike. It's a hipster bike of course. A lot of times I go to the water to hang out by the statue of liberty. There is an old abandoned trolly sitting there in Red Hook. In the background are artist studios. So there I was, an artist drawing the artist's studios in front of the big green art object. Like, crazy man.
Sep 12, 2014
The weird part of having a book for sale is wondering if anyone in the world will buy it. People question their worth all the time. Am I valued at work? Am I valued at home? Am I valued by friends? I spend a great deal of my time making stupid drawings. I'm still the kid in grammar school who is drawing pictures of the teacher behind their back. Having a book makes me seem so much more credible somehow. Did I need this book to give my value as an artist a needed ego boost? To be honest, maybe so. I seem to be questioning my value lately. So maybe this book arrived at just the right time. Now I have a new worry. What if not many people buy it? Today is a good day to help me out and purchase one. Bookdepository.com or Waterstones or Barnes & Noble. And now at Amazon.
Sep 10, 2014
I recently taught a class in drawing at something called, Sketchbook Skool. It was an online course to thousands of people around the world. My wife told me, some of the Sketchbook Skool women students were going to meet up at the Highline in Manhattan to draw. She suggested I go. I thought it sounded like a good idea. This was student, Elizabeth Flanagan's brainchild. Everyone met at a designated time and place. There was Flanagan, Michele May, Jen Cahill and Lenore Vanden Handel. We picked a place to work and began to get to know each other. After about 2 hours a woman approached me and asked if I was Tommy Kane. I told her I was. She said she was Patti LK of Sketchbook Skool. Naturally, I just assumed she was showing up for our little gathering. Turns out, this was not the case at all. She was completely unaware we were all meeting there for the first time. Patti just happened to be in town on vacation from her home in Barcelona. Just by sheer coincidence, she was walking on the Highline. All of us were seated in a somewhat hidden place. Patti said she passed right by us. Her daughter was the one who recognized me drawing with my pork pie hat on. She grabbed her mom, "look there's Tommy Kane." All of us were shocked, most of all me. It was a surreal moment. I felt like George Clooney. Patti said when she flew to New York, she had a wish that she would go drawing in the museum of natural history. At some point she would see me on my stool sketching in the museum and we would draw together. Well, some dreams actually do come true. I'm talking about my dream, not Patti's, of me being treated like some kind of great artist by admiring women from around the world. It was a heady experience and now I'm coming back down to earth. I have my wife to thank.
Sep 8, 2014
I was in Seattle recently as everyone knows. Last time I was there, my friend and fellow artist, Sue Rose, took me to Pottery Northwest. She has taken me there in the past. They have a fundraiser each year to raise funds to keep the place going. I get to paint a platter. Not just a regular painting but I get to paint with glazes. When I'm done the clay platter gets fired in the kiln. When it's fired, the rich colors come out. I always try to create an artwork that has something to do with Seattle. This time, as you can see, I did a sockeye salmon who happens to be covered in tattoos. Here you can see the drawing I did for myself as a study. Then you can see how I translated it as a painting. After it is fired I will post a photo of it all done.
Sep 5, 2014
We were recently in Seattle. There happened to be the annual soapbox derby happening downtown in Pioneer Square. It was the craziest thing I ever saw. I posted a bunch of photos to my Instagram. I think of the soapbox derby as a bunch of small kids in rickety little homemade cars racing down a slanted hill, like the Little Rascals. This was very different. These cars were seriously made, using quite a bit if funds. Everyone had corporate sponsors. The racers and pit crews were all decked out in wacky costumes. The hill they were racing down was so steep, it gave me the willies. These things were going to go 80 miles an hours. Television crews were all over the place. I guess it is going to be on ESPN or something. It was a groovy thing to just happen upon.