Yesterday, while I was in a waiting room. I sketched some people. I used the "Elegant Writer" pen. I've told you before how much fun it is to add water to the the Elegant Writer because the ink "bleeds" really easily. Well, in the waiting room I didn't have any water with me, ...so I spit into a tissue and used it for my sketch. (I know. right?)
All of this reminded me of an artist I met when I was a graphic designer in the early 80's. He was a super talented artist who was known as "The Frog". He was a celebrity of sorts because he was often involved in high end projects and he had been featured in CA magazine. The Frog was always drawing with a beautiful fountain pen into a handmade sketchbook. He would be talking to you, sketching away..then suddenly (without warning) he would spit: "pfft pfft!" directly on the page and smear it all around with his finger. I know, this sounds revolting, but his drawings were divine. Here, these many years later, I find myself spitting in my book too (not in quite the same way, but still).
When I went to research the Frog (Errol Etienne) for this blog post...I was saddened to learn he died this year. He was a bigger than life talented eccentric who lived and breathed ART. He called me "Betty" because he couldn't remember my name and he thought Betty was close enough. RIP: Frog.
Top Photo: Sketch, Celeste Bergin, woman in waiting room, ink on 6 x 9 paper
Errol H.R. Etienne, "The Frog" (1941-2011)