At a party this weekend at the W Hotel near 16th Street in Lower manhattan, this New Yorker who surfs in Long Island told Herman how the dogfish sharks are a minor annoyance when they nip at her when she’s surfing!!!
Herman drew this New York surfer wrestling with dogfish sharks
Some very smart people at Pepperidge Farm had a meeting in Midtown manhattan recently; at which they did something daring, edgy, and wonderful. They made fun of themselves.
They commissioned me to create a boardroom scene depicting each of them in a comedic way as a gift to one of their leaders. Rarely does a corporate group have the fortitude and bravery to expose their personalities to each other.
Hats off to the representatives of Pepperidge Farm. America is on it’s way to a new normal; a more honest, realistic corporate sensibility.
For those of you interested in such things, the artwork is done in chalk, marker, colored ink, and colored pencil.
Theresa celebrated her birthday this past Sunday with her family and friends at the Westchester Golf Club. Her Sign In Board was a portrait of her posing next to a family tree representing the seeds that grew her and the limbs and branches she helped to grow. The basic design was borrowed from the image of the Celtic Tree-of-Life, the large terra cotta pot inscribed with the names of her parents, and a Celtic band winding from left to right. The trunk was inscribed with her own information, and the 5 main branches represented her 5 sons, each festooned with a symbol of each of their professions; stethoscope, Bible, school notebook, ledger book, and psychology tome. The branches and leaves contained the names of the children and grandchildren. A leprechaun leans against the tree trunk, and the scene behind is a simple landscape of County Cooraclare, Ireland. Shamrocks are intertwined amongst the tree leaves.
After too many chilly days, today’s sun rose on a warm, moist landscape. Early on, the crows warned me there was mischief about. A couple of strange hawks ( probably Cooper’s on their way south ) were hanging around like nazgul from the ‘Lord of the Rings’. I saw the crow’s almost come to blows with them twice. Today’s dog walk yielded a little frog, camouflaged perfectly in the dead leaf colors on the forest floor. Later in the afternoon, I noticed A Lesser Wood PeeWee hanging around the feeder nervously, eyes scanning the skies. ( The Lesser Wood PeeWee never visits the feeder ) So we ran outside to frighten away the hawks again. They cruise like space-ships with gyroscopes, perfectly balanced, unfaltering, swift.