The Guitarist

Stuck in a conference in DC, run by who after a few hours started seeming like a couple of grifters, I picked up my sketch book. Back home one of the volcano's was burping, but I had no idea. All this semi-cubist stuff has been done, yes, but it is still fun to try it out.
Actually I had time to visit the east bldg of the National Gallery and saw the P Guston works in the tower. One, labeled abstract, struck me as otherwise and was influential on the first drawing.
But then it seemed to become a vehicle for what might become the first manual painting to be used in a poster for my buddy Steve's band, Last Train.

So I dug this kind of, particularly the arm with the curve in it, and thought for a while about keeping it in whatever developed. In the end, it turns out it will have to wait. Hopefully, though, it won't be my "flying cow," something I worry about too much.

So then it turned to this...

Too many legs sticking out the bottom, or technically, too much bendy motion to the left side of the image, although I dug the arm in the upper right and the toes. And the light bulb.