Back in the early part of the century, when times were simpler, (before iPods), I carried a little brown sketchbook with me where ever I went.
In this book I had taped obituaries that I had clipped from my newspaper. Then I would sketch these interesting faces in my little sketchbook while waiting for late art directors, delayed designers, over committed doctors, or while flying on planes. Like I fly a lot. I think I've been on a plane once this entire century, let alone this decade.
Please enjoy these sketches of Mrs. Jessie and Andrew, who were loved by someone, somewhere, very much, taken from "Bill's Li'l Book of the Dead".
A man in a flaming pie appeared to me (this is not the man in a flaming pie that told John Lennon that they would be the Beatles with an "A") and told me to paint 437 paintings of a Snake, a Rose, and a Fork. When I complete the 437 paintings, I feel that he will reappear and tell me the mysterious significance of the number 437. I'll keep you posted, this may take a while.
