I (and Randy and Brett and Matt) had a poetry professor at the University of Illinois whose classes we all rather enjoyed. This sketch was doodled in a notebook, probably in 1973. Laurence Lieberman is celebrated enough to warrant a Wikipedia entry.
Randy (on the right) had an odd dream (aren’t they all?) featuring our friend Brett (on the left), which for some reason I illustrated, circa 1975…this is a preparatory rough…
Don’t do it so much anymore, but I used to sketch quite a bit with color pencils- the problem I always found was that the ones which kept a good point did not have rich colors and those with rich colors tended to be crumbly and difficult to sharpen. Such is the world I live in.
This is the Kid’s good friend and rustling associate, Charles Bowdre and his wife Manuela. Charlie was killed by Sheriff Pat Garrett’s posse at Stinking Springs and is now buried beside the kid in Fort Sumner, NM.
