From the blurb on Amazon, it says in part: “Playing with Sketchesis a
hands-on, fun approach to exploring drawing principles. Beginning with an
introduction to the philosophy of learning through the process of play, this
book brings you through a series of basic warm-up exercises that can be
combined with later projects.”
It is filled with
exercises that bring you back to basics.
At first I wasn’t impressed but the
more I got into it the more it ignited my imagination! You read the exercises,
you try the exercises and the next thing you know your imagination is taking
flight and you can’t work fast enough to keep up with yourself!
I’m not saying that
every exercise will be to your liking, or will get your muse in gear, but there
are enough that something will appeal to you and set your brain racing!
Avery wasn’t what you’d call your
typical guy. He was a person out of his time and place.
He liked to dress in neatly pressed slacks, penny loafers
and button down shirts. With a paisley cravat neatly tucked into his collar
which, on the surface, doesn’t sound odd except he lived in a rural farming
community in the heartland of Florida.
He didn’t really fit in with the 'overall' set is what I'm saying.
Neither did his house. Amid the
small concrete bungalows built to shelter the migrant workers, Avery built a
palatial compound that included: the main house of seventeen rooms, an Olympic
sized swimming pool replete with a bath house containing three bedrooms, a five
car garage (although he only owned two cars) and a sprawling English garden that
would rival the palaces of any European country.
wasn’t a sugar plantation owner. He wasn’t the son of a sugar plantation owner.
As a matter of fact, no one knew where Avery came by his apparent money.
the people in his small community didn’t resent him. On the contrary, they
liked him quite a bit.
He was pleasant and gregarious, always
willing to help a neighbor. But the thing they all agreed they liked most about
Avery was his sense of humor.
sense of humor was, at its best, unusual. At its worst still incredibly funny.
And he had the means to exhibit his humor when it suited him.
summer of ’01 it suited him. He decided to open an establishment. He had
noticed the residents of his small town had limited occasions or places to socialize.
So he took it upon himself to give them somewhere to go and have a good time.
open a café, he thought.
just ANY café. Why not provide somewhere to go where you could have a good time
and still be productive. And that’s when the brilliant idea hit him. Why not
have a café where you could sit and relax and chat with friends while doing
your laundry? It was the PERFECT idea! You had to sit around and wait in a
regular Laundromat anyway. Why not make it a pleasant experience? And why not,
he thought, have it be a place where you could get a nice meal and a drink?
it came to pass, in the summer of ’01, Avery Gotlieb opened the first and only
(to anyone’s knowledge)
COIN WASH AND SEAFOOD CAFÉ
(ed.’s note: In the state of Florida, in a small inland
town, there stands an unobtrusive white washed concrete building with a hand
painted (in red) sign that reads: COIN WASH AND SEAFOOD CAFÉ. I saw it with my
own eyes. We didn’t stop to investigate and I’ve wondered ever since what it
would have been like if we had gone in.)
I was remembering the other day about all the people we’ve
known as neighbors. We’ve been very lucky in that department. We’ve had
wonderful neighbors some of whom have become lifelong friends.
Then there were the ones who came and went fairly quickly.
I was recalling the family who didn’t really live in
the neighborhood, per se. They kept their boat in the neighborhood. On the
empty lot across the canal from us. A large cabin cruiser with no engines and
in need of a total overhaul.
At least that’s what we thought they were going to do with
it. It’s not uncommon for people to buy boats in rather disheveled condition to
fix up. Sometimes it’s the only way for it to be affordable. One day it
appeared on the empty lot across the canal. It was an older, wooden cabin
cruiser. Nice lines. Looked to be about 40’.
The first weekend several cars pulled up on the lot and a
handful of people tumbled out of their cars and boarded the boat. We expected
to hear scraping and pounding, your basic working noises. What we heard was
music and laughter.
I understand music while working helps to pass the tedium.
But there were no ‘working’ noises.
And then more cars pulled onto the lot. And more people got
out and boarded the boat.
The next weekend the same thing. And every weekend there
were more and more cars and more and more people.
The sound system got more sophisticated and picnic tables
were added to the landscape of the lot. Along with a BBQ and garbage cans.
For an entire summer they came and partied all weekend. Lively
music and wonderful cooking smells.
And then one day the boat kind of ‘sank’ into the lot. We
woke up one morning and there it sat leaning menacingly to the side.
That weekend the picnic tables disappeared along with the
BBQ and trash cans. We never saw them again.
The boat sat there for quite a long time until the town
declared it a hazard and hauled it away.
I thoroughly enjoyed that ‘Summer of Salsa‘, even if I didn’t
get to taste the food!
Back in the ‘good ole’ days Amazon used to tell me when I
had already purchased a book so I wouldn’t keep buying the same one over and
over……apparently they don’t do that anymore. Or I’m stupid and I don’t know
where to set that particular preference. Either way, I’ve ended up with two
copies of these books. (click the pink link to bring you to Amazon and you can 'look inside'.)
So, if anyone out there would like either (or both) of these
books I’ll be glad to send them to you. I’ll ship anywhere if you’re willing to
pay the postage. I’ll try and do it media mail. I think that’s the cheapest from here in the states. Just leave a comment. First come, first served. I’ll e-mail
you and we can work out the details…..
I hope someone out there can give them a good home!
He was older by several years and made a point of it by
showing her how much more ‘worldly’ he thought he was than she. He explained
things to her that she didn’t need explanations for. He told her what to order
in restaurants. When they went to museums he explained the art and how to view
As she got to know him better she realized he was really
quite a pompous ass.
After a while the novelty of dating an ‘older man’ began to
wear off. She tried putting a little distance between them. Not being available
when he called. Busy when he asked her out. So when he asked to meet her
parents she was surprised. He hadn’t wanted to meet her parents when they first
started dating. He said it was because they wouldn’t approve of their age
difference. She knew it was because it showed intent, and he had no intention
of getting serious.
When he showed up at her house wearing a sports jacket she
was floored. It didn’t fit with his shoulder length hair and torn jeans. And that was just the tip of the iceberg! He was overly solicitous to her parents and they
Out of the blue he told them he was a Methodist and about
how he used to sing in the choir as a boy. The more he talked the more
uncomfortable she got. Just as she was about to say it was time for them to leave he said the most amazing thing she had ever heard him utter, “Mr &
Mrs, the reason I asked to meet you today was for the purpose of asking for the
hand of your daughter in marriage.”