This Water For Elephants watercolor painting was done on location on a farm field west of Los Angeles. The weather was very cold and windy on the days I was there to do the final painting touch-ups on the sets.
We did a crack-and-peel painting technique on many of the set pieces in a warehouse before sending them out to the location. Read more »
Yendor slumped in a blue plastic chair designed for discomfort. It was standard issue furniture in the King Memorial Hospital (aka: Killer King). He peeked from under his black hoodie at the bloodied young man handcuffed to the gurney being ushered in by one LA’s boys in blue. By his count, about every 12th new patient entered under police custody.
Most people would have been avoided an assignment in King’s emergency room, but not Miss Henderson. She had served two tours of duty in Afghanistan and had been honorably discharged after an undercover mission in Somalia. She took a ‘patch ‘em up and put ‘em back on the battlefield’ approach in her duties as charge nurse at the hospital. She had gotten to know all the cops by name, and even some of their arrestees who seemed to meet the tip of a blade or heat of a bullet on a regular basis.
“Good evening officer Milton, officer Dansford,” said Miss Henderson.
“It looks like another busy night,” said officer Dansford as he wheeled his subject in on the gurney to Miss Henderson.
“Well, if you stop arresting all our fine young men, maybe I could get some rest,” answered Nurse Henderson with a smile. “Maybe I could get something else,” she added under her breath.
“I don’t think you’d want any of this,” answered the officer, looking down at the patient.
“Maybe if we take those gators off and put some working boots on ‘em, they’ll make some sistas real happy.” Read more »
I’ve worked on plenty of movies in my 30+ career which have been flops. But seldom have they been so bad that I’m embarrassed to admit that I had anything to do with them.
I just watch a trailer for a newly released movie. It was so horrible that I’m not going to tell my friends about it nor even going to mention the title.
All of the set painting work I did on it was at a local location in downtown Los Angeles. I suppose I should have gotten a clue of just how awful the movie was by the tasteless sets. I didn’t see anything worth painting on set. Read more »
“Hi Honey.”
“Mother?”
“Shhh, the doctors said not to talk,” answered Mrs. Dorsey.
“Where am…”
“Well, sweetheart, you and Jennifer were in a car accident,” said mother. “You suffered a mild concussion and a cut on your head, but Dr. Jackson said you’d soon be as good as apples.”
Maya’s brow furled.
“I guess he really likes apples. Dad’s on his way. He wants…”
“No!” snapped Maya.
“Ok, sweetheart. I’ll tell him you’re sleeping. Read more »
I went to the Rose Bowl in Pasadena today to get some exercise and check on the progress of the Rose Parade floats. Crowds of people lined up at the main pavilion to see the floats being decorated by an army of volunteers. Other floats are readied in tents set up around the Rose Bowl.
A lot of out-of-towners come to Pasadena for the Rose Bowl Parade and football game. Fans wore apparel in support of their teams. This year, the Oregon State Ducks and Wisconsin Badger logos are on the backs and hats of many visitors.
I walked around the swimming pool at neighboring Brookside park and was surprised to see that it was open and teaming with swimmers.
On my way back to my car, I stopped to do this small watercolor.
The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo took fourth place at the box office this Christmas weekend. Leading the pack was the ‘Mission Impossible’, followed by ‘Sherlock Holmes’ then ‘Alvin and the Chipmunks’. It seems that movie goers were not as interested in intense cerebral drama as they were in blow-em-up action adventure and helium-breath comedy. Read more »
Now I see two other green creatures. They, like the first had no definite form, no hard edges. They differed in that they wore masks like Bat Man and Robin, but these reminded me more of raccoons.
A glint of light flashed across my dreary eyes like a star on the point of a pin.
Just as my eyelids grew too heavy and slammed shut, I heard a different voice. Though it was muffled, I recognized it; the tone, the pitch, the resonance; they were all too familiar.
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