Katrinaversary & St. Peter’s Cream Stout

Annyth and I picked up 2 prints from Cuba that we had framed and then stopped off at the 17th St. Pub for a beer and some take out from J&R Tacos. I had a St. Peter’s Cream Stout that I snapped an iPhoto shot of because I thought I might try sketching it once I got home. (Nuffs been said about the 10th anniversary of Katrina, which we experienced first hand…well while on forced evacuation via CNN.)


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Procreate. Note: I partially traced over the label on a separate layer…only the label, the rest is a freehand sketch using the above mentioned photo reference, as shown in this progress video.

Heavy Heart

I sat down at the 17th Street Public House, and one Black Butte Porter later, this one popped out:

Heavy Heart

Astor Piazolla…bandoneón…click on the time-lapse, progress video below.

 

Fresh Start at 17th St. Public House

2015

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Coast to Coast 2: Flying Fat Tire

Here’s how I used my drink voucher from Philly to Phoenix: studying!

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Ten Fidy @ 17th Street Pub

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Merced Theatre PM Tower

I started this illustration over two beers and under ten conversations last night at the 17th Street Public House. I finished it on my side of our Ragsdale king size bed. I had snapped an iPhone picture of the subject beforehand and used it as a side-by-side reference for a free-right-hand drawing in Procreate; my left hand facilitated the beer delivery.

Merced Theatre PM Tower

Mariposa Midnight

Prospectors Brew Co., Smoked Stout, 16 oz.

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w/ head?

This evening, while sipping a beer at the 17th St. Public House, I began this drawing. Even though I was half-way through that tasty brew, I added a foamy head on top.

Now, as I post this from home, I’m reminded of a story that always makes me chuckle. Many years ago and in a country south of the equator a small group of us guys would gather at a little bar at the end of the day to blow off steam and just be in our twenties. The short, elderly woman who ran the joint and spoke English as a foreign language would always greet us at our table with a big smile and a wide tray loaded with bottled beer and glasses. As she poured the beer into our glasses, she’d asked each one of us – face to face – if we wanted our beer with head.

We always said yes. We laughed alright, but never in her face.

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Miller: Pub Steward and Diviner

It happens now and then. I walk into the 17th Street Public House. Miller is behind the bar. At this point I say, “What am I having?” And, as if she were reading my palm, she diagnoses my brew disposition by handing me a sample of something that pretty much always hits the spot; and that’s what I go with.

However, earlier this evening things were slightly different. Miller was busy with other thirsty patrons, and I got the 1st of two beers for the evening from another therapist/barkeeper.

About thirty minutes later, while I was sketching the image below – an owl in connection with something in wood I’m currently working on – I hear Miller talking to another patron about a certain beer on tap. My curiosity is triggered. I inquire, and Miller says, “I’ll give you a sample, if you draw a picture of me.” Now, I’m not from the Depression Era, but I am somehow accustomed to doing almost anything for beer, even a sample of beer. So, knowing that I need all the sketching practice I can get in general and at least as much Procreate practice in particular, I sip the sample of what I eventually order next, accept that it is, indeed, Miller Time, and I start working on this:

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Remember what I said about the owl?

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