This is a sketch I did over the summer of my dad at a BBQ. I later went back in, cut out some of the background and added in a stylized version of fire escapes from worm eye’s view. Obviously I was missing my hometown (slash homehood), the Bronx. Summers just aren’t the same anywhere else. Sometimes I have a little soundtrack going in my sketchbooks and this particular sketch’s song is El Mondongo by Los Corraleros De Majagual. Listen to it here. I know it doesn’t make much sense to think of mondongo in the summer, since its hot– but when you think of home, memories don’t have to make sequential or seasonal sense. Time is irrelevant. To me its all about the people, smells, music and of course, color. Now I want me some mondongo! “Mondongo! Yo Quiero el mondongo!” Yep, sounds like I’m totally ready for winter!
Here’s more evidence to back up allthosestudies on boredom inspiring creativity: Meet Mike Breach, barista extraordinaire, who “paints” everything — and everyone — into his lattes. “I’m an esspressionist,” he proudly proclaims. Just last year, Breach was idling away his customer-less hours in the back of a hotel kitchen with only a dormant espresso machine for company. He was “so, so bored.” So he taught himself how to inscribe ornate hearts in coffee foam, with a bamboo skewer as his paintbrush. “People got so excited about it!” says Breach, so he took it further. Out came the teddy bears (“the girls just love those”), a portrait of that hotel boss (“I didn’t show it to him, but my coworkers and I laughed about it”), and Salvador Dalì, and Edward Scissorhands, and Beyoncé.
We’re at the Smile To-Go, and he’s frothing some milk behind the counter; the shushing of the machine almost drowns out his words. He reflects. “It’s like, if something is lacking, you’ve got to find a way to make it exciting and fun. Right? I mean, I’m so happy that my old job was so boring! Otherwise I wouldn’t be making these! And this is just the beginning. I want to start a movement.” The milk is now pillowy, foamy-soft — perfect for the latte Breach is about to pour. He stares into his empty chestnut-colored canvas, and suddenly looks up. “I’ve been wanting to try Snoop. Let’s do that, yea?”