I recently taught a class in drawing at something called, Sketchbook Skool. It was an online course to thousands of people around the world. My wife told me, some of the Sketchbook Skool women students were going to meet up at the Highline in Manhattan to draw. She suggested I go. I thought it sounded like a good idea. This was student, Elizabeth Flanagan’s brainchild. Everyone met at a designated time and place. There was Flanagan, Michele May, Jen Cahill and Lenore Vanden Handel. We picked a place to work and began to get to know each other. After about 2 hours a woman approached me and asked if I was Tommy Kane. I told her I was. She said she was Patti LK of Sketchbook Skool. Naturally, I just assumed she was showing up for our little gathering. Turns out, this was not the case at all. She was completely unaware we were all meeting there for the first time. Patti just happened to be in town on vacation from her home in Barcelona. Just by sheer coincidence, she was walking on the Highline. All of us were seated in a somewhat hidden place. Patti said she passed right by us. Her daughter was the one who recognized me drawing with my pork pie hat on. She grabbed her mom, “look there’s Tommy Kane.” All of us were shocked, most of all me. It was a surreal moment. I felt like George Clooney. Patti said when she flew to New York, she had a wish that she would go drawing in the museum of natural history. At some point she would see me on my stool sketching in the museum and we would draw together. Well, some dreams actually do come true. I’m talking about my dream, not Patti’s, of me being treated like some kind of great artist by admiring women from around the world. It was a heady experience and now I’m coming back down to earth. I have my wife to thank.
We were recently in Seattle. There happened to be the annual soapbox derby happening downtown in Pioneer Square. It was the craziest thing I ever saw. I posted a bunch of photos to my Instagram. I think of the soapbox derby as a bunch of small kids in rickety little homemade cars racing down a slanted hill, like the Little Rascals. This was very different. These cars were seriously made, using quite a bit if funds. Everyone had corporate sponsors. The racers and pit crews were all decked out in wacky costumes. The hill they were racing down was so steep, it gave me the willies. These things were going to go 80 miles an hours. Television crews were all over the place. I guess it is going to be on ESPN or something. It was a groovy thing to just happen upon.
I have a bone to pick about modern day travel. What is with dudes wearing flip flops on airplanes with no socks. This does not apply to women. Guys feet are not cool. On a recent flight to Seattle, I sat next to an olderish gentleman who took his flip flops off and then had his ugly feet up all over the seat in front of him. There was nothing good about this. Also this freak had to take his flip flops off to walk through the security scanner. I remember when flying on a plane used to be a little bit special. Now taking a flight is about as special as taking a trip to the men’s room. You all know who you are but I for one try to be considerate of others around me. Get yourself a nice pair of comfortable slip on sneakers. Yhey are just as comfortable but a bit more classy.
I have been teaching myself canning lately. With the end of the summer, I wanted to be able to can a lot of the great fruits and vegetables that are in season right now. You can see my tomatoes, okra and peaches. I’ve been reading a book about it, watching videos and buying supplies. Can’t wait to see what’s available in the Fall. I’m addicted and can’t stop. Maybe I will can some laughter.
I always have wild adventures. They can be seen on my Istagram. I hang out in the darkest wilds of the tri state area. You can see from these examples the kind of danger I face on a daily basis. Follow me so you won’t be left behind. http://instagram.com/tommykane
I hang in some weird places. My M.O. is to stay invisible. This way I can draw the lunatics without them knowing it. I’m just slightly afraid I am going to be spotted one of these days. I just don’t want to be pepper sprayed by one of them. It’s bound to happen if they catch a glimpse of how crazy I make them look in my drawings.