Here’s a bad scan of the illustration recently stolen from the Cellar Door in Port Townsend. Bad because, even on the third attempt to properly crop and square the drawing on my printer/scanner, I couldn’t get it quite right.
AND YET, another copy of the original, a gift to Cellar Door owners, Stephen and Oceanna (last names on next post down), was deemed worthy of theft.
ALTHOUGH I told Steve I could get them another copy, he told me that Oceanna is very determined to get that one, with date, authentication signature, and some sort of personalized ‘good luck’ message on the back, back.
SO, when Trish told me I’m sort of a sensation on Facebook, I was surprised that people are liking and commenting and doing whatever it is when one person spreads it to other groups- not quite viral, and not actually tracking all the subsequent hits back to realsurfers.net, but it is impressive that Oceanna is so concerned.
I decided to look through some of my scans, just to see if I had any other pieces that might fit in the underground location, theft-worthy or not.
Excuse me; but is this the window to the CELLAR DOOR? So tantalizing and intriguing!
Door frame, again, not crooked in the original.
Meanwhile, here’s an update I did on the “Keep on Trucking” drawing, submitted to and rejected by the “New Yorker,” used with permission (and so stoked about that) of R. Crumb; who wrote that the “New Yorker” wouldn’t use it. You might notice there’s some client’s phone number or something at the top. Cropping.
Since every drawing comes with a story; here’s the story on this one: Also not scanned until today; and then I had to up the resolution or whatever to 300 and use the ‘grayscale’ feature. It was drawn as a submission to the “New Yorker” (or is it “The New Yorker”?). I spilled something on it (not unusual, my originals often have coffee cup rings, little dots of coffee shot from my mustache in bouts of mouth breathing, and such things- look closely). My late sister, Melissa Lynch, way more talented an artist than I even dream of being, loved it. I didn’t like the roughness/incompleteness of the door, and redrew it. “No,” she said, “I want the other one’ the good one.” The original caption was: “It was the suit, wasn’t it?” It could just as well be, “This is the Cellar Door, I presume.”
Here’s three more of mine, just to be a little naughty. They are from silkscreens done in the 1980s, found in my attic. They do include windows if not doors. The Cellar Door is more a nightclub than a restaurant, and has already featured live bands, karaoke nights, private functions, and Vaudeville (not sure what all that includes, but it sounds just a little naughty).
I should include a couple of paintings by Stephen R. Davis himself. If the Cellar Door is going to be known as a place to see and/or steal artsy stuff, Steve’s stuff should be included. They have their own stories. If Oceanna gets the Cellar Door drawing back; yeah, another story; and a mystery, possibly, solved.