I’m doing my drawing assignments in the order in which they were received, which means the fates decree that I now do like seven California-themed drawings in a row. You people are starved for surf, sand, and teeny little dogs wearing Ugg boots.
I was having trouble drawing bear feet, and then I thought, What if bears don’t like having bare feet? Solution: BEAR SANDALS, brought to you by Dr. Scholl.
Then I made this one, which just looks like crap. I sketched both of these while I was eating lunch in my car yesterday, and I think I was making that one guy on the left nervous, the way I kept looking at him and then looking down at my lap. God knows what he thought I was doing to myself. This is why I stay in my car, people! Out in the world you are vulnerable to any nut job who wants to draw a terrible picture of you.
Anyway, I don’t think I can bear to send this to anyone, despite its semi-accuracy as a slice of Montecito lunchtime life. I don’t want to resort to palm trees and surf boards to depict this place for foreigners, but I might have to just so no one gets the wrong idea about California, the magical state where the bears wear sandals and apparently the men relax with Kleenex boxes on their feet.