I found a few more sketches from my trip to the Twin Cities earlier this summer that I hadn’t scanned yet. These pages are a tribute to my very favorite diner in the entire world.
Can I be sappy and nostalgic and sincere for a second? Mickey’s Diner is where I learned to draw like an adult. Truly. I spent so, so, so, SO many hours here, sitting at the counter, sketching everyone who came into the place, sometimes until the sun came up. I can’t think of another period in my life when I drew so often and with so much focus (and ate so many fried eggs and burgers, my pre-20s metabolism blessedly saving me from morbid obesity).
This is when drawing became less about trying to photo-realistically render the shading of every pear in some fruit still-life or whatever, and became about capturing a feeling or a personality on a page. I still have a lot of growth ahead of me, obviously, but I’m so thankful for the time I spent here, taking pure pleasure in my craft.
Quick Mickey’s story: One time I sketched an old guy sitting next to me who turned out to be a mobster—no joke! I gave him the portrait I drew and he was so delighted that he pulled out a massive wad of cash and paid for my meal… and the meals of every single patron in the restaurant. And I got a phone number I was instructed to use only if I was “ever in trouble.” This happened in real life!
I love you, Twin Cities! You are my adopted hometown forever.