Meanwhile back at the yacht club
I caught the ferry at the dock at the end of Yonge street in Toronto. My fare had been paid by the two classy gals who had seen me sketching portraits for change, and had invited me to do my thing at their "Hippy " party at the Jewish Yacht Club on Toronto Island. As had been agreed, I was wearing what they had termed my "hippy artist" outfit. Got to admit, I was a stand out amongst these well dressed fake hippys. Must have been my aging runners which I planned to retire after this gig if I made enough cash sketching.
It took awhile getting used to drawing faces of this select money-group, who wanted a souvenir to take to their framer friend who promised to give them a wholesale deal, which would cost them five times the five bucks I was getting for each drawing.
I got a charge out of one guy who approached with several friends and offered to double my price if I could capture his striking appearance. Obviously a guy who would have preferred being done in bronze. His friends all wondered how I would handle the situation when he asked,"Oh! And could you give me a Catholic nose?"
Gales of laughter surrounded me when I replied, "If you don't mind waiting until I get a clearance from Rome."
As the evening wore on, me and the other two artists who had been invited to do the same thing, began hanging together in a quiet corner, talking about how each of us had done. As with most artists, we all embellished the numbers. That was when a beautiful young woman, with glistening blue-black hair, came close to us,with her girl friend. I suggested to the artists I would sure like to paint her in the nude.
"So why don't you ask her," said my friend.
"Of course. Why not ask her,"I replied.
"Pardon me Miss but you are very beautiful, and I was telling my friend how I would like to paint you in the nude."
"Well you tell your friend I don't take my clothes off for anyone."
"You don't understand. I don't mean you in the nude. I mean me in the nude."
I'll always remember her expression as she and her friend giggled as they walked away.
Be sure to view my art work by clicking here www.noozoon.com
It took awhile getting used to drawing faces of this select money-group, who wanted a souvenir to take to their framer friend who promised to give them a wholesale deal, which would cost them five times the five bucks I was getting for each drawing.
I got a charge out of one guy who approached with several friends and offered to double my price if I could capture his striking appearance. Obviously a guy who would have preferred being done in bronze. His friends all wondered how I would handle the situation when he asked,"Oh! And could you give me a Catholic nose?"
Gales of laughter surrounded me when I replied, "If you don't mind waiting until I get a clearance from Rome."
As the evening wore on, me and the other two artists who had been invited to do the same thing, began hanging together in a quiet corner, talking about how each of us had done. As with most artists, we all embellished the numbers. That was when a beautiful young woman, with glistening blue-black hair, came close to us,with her girl friend. I suggested to the artists I would sure like to paint her in the nude.
"So why don't you ask her," said my friend.
"Of course. Why not ask her,"I replied.
"Pardon me Miss but you are very beautiful, and I was telling my friend how I would like to paint you in the nude."
"Well you tell your friend I don't take my clothes off for anyone."
"You don't understand. I don't mean you in the nude. I mean me in the nude."
I'll always remember her expression as she and her friend giggled as they walked away.
Be sure to view my art work by clicking here www.noozoon.com
posted by William Johnson | 4:31 p.m.
1 Comments:
Your reminiscences are always delightful. Keep 'em coming. I love to read about what it was like back in the 1800s.
Just kidding, Bill. I know that even you can't be that old. I like to read stories like this because they tend to illuminate a somewhat less troubled time in human history. We all need that reminder from time to time. Keep it up!
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