LA / LITTLE KAT ASLEEP
Oh she was adorable. My brother Richard’s eldest daughter, Ekaterina, now a Marine with a very important post. We’re all very proud of her, and we were then, too.
LA / RICHARD & TONI
Our Richard and his wife Toni, mother of Kat and Natasha. They were very happy in this picture.
LA / PENNY IN HER GARDEN
My remarkable sister Penelope. Plants and people flourish around her.
LA / TONI & NATASHA
Beautiful Toni and her youngest daughter with my brother Richard, Natasha, now a gorgeous young woman.
LA / REGGIE IN SUMMER
Back in LA with Reggie Hendrix, jazz musician, cartoonist, digital artist, a prince of a guy and much missed. We lost him the following year. He really liked this drawing.
LA / FU MANCHU REGGIE
He didn’t know he was being drawn. Reggie was Nigerian, Cherokee and someone with red hair that he didn’t want to know about. He had one of those faces that changed totally with angle and mood. Years after he died, I created this character “The Reggimator” for Comic Strip Factory* which meant I got to live with Reggie for a month, drawing him online. I’m pretty sure he would have loved this angel, included in the parts file for the character.
*Comic Strip Factory is available at the Apple Store.
REGGIE ANGEL
LA / REILLY & KEITH
Fabulous Los Angeles couple, wonderful friends for years, now laughing together in eternity.
LA / PATRIC & THE FLAG
The new Gehry building, beautiful from any angle—— The Disney Center under construction in Downtown LA. After seeing the new Gehry Guggenheim four years before in Bilbao, Spain, I felt a vested interest in watching another titanium masterpiece go up. Patric, a spectacular artist, earned the right to appear with the flag as a medic in Vietnam, the same experience that inspired M.A.S.H.
NY MET / LA / CANDY & SEKMET
Candy & Sekmet, Goddess of Destruction & Healing — Sekmet c1390-1352 BCE —— This pairing turned out to be more apt than anyone could have imagined.
WOODY & A VIOLINIST
“Market Street Productions”—“Call Frank Gogoshian in Venice!”— “On Market Street!”—– Old friend Woody was a great solace during this time of deviation and strangeness. He looked like Clark Gable with blue eyes, still worked out, played the saxophone, lived in an old recording studio on Washington Blvd, had been a cohort of Lenny Bruce and Charlie Parker back in the day. At the end of the summer, he helped me buy a car.
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