Note: If you haven't read the Wooden Snoopy Incident, go and take a look before reading on. It's a prereq for fully appreciating the absolute ridiculousness of this story.

So, my dad commissioned this random guy to paint portraits of me, my brother and my sister. The portraits are supposed to be a surprise gift to my Mom for Christmas so sssshhh.

Anyway - my dad pitches me on this idea before Father's Day. Just as I did with the Wooden Snoopy Incident I tell him it's a bad bad idea. Mom isn't going to like them, we have no where to put them, blah blah blah... He wants none of my arguing, we get in this huge fight on Father's Day, he hangs up on me, the end.

Fast forward to 4 days later - I'm on the terrace at my apt, 7am this guy working on his second of three two-hour sessions needed to paint my apparently GIANT head (who knew?!) on a 4 ft. x 3 ft. canvas. Can things get any more ridiculous than this? My brother and sister have both gone through the same ordeal -- scroll down to see them represented with pastel and watercolor.


Art.


After session 1: Me, not happy. I mean, come'on! I look like I was on the wrong end of a Jimmy Disco beatdown!


But here he is - paint, paint, painting away...


After session 2: Session 2 was from 7am to 9am on a random Friday (6/22). Look at the size of this thing!!

After session 3: Final portraits


Me


Jonathan


Katie

2002 Update: - So, there was a lot of drama between June and Christmas over whether my Dad was actually going to give the paintings to my Mom for Christmas. Some said no, she'll hate them; some said yes, she'll love the thought that was involved, blah blah blah.

Anyway, she hated the portraits - I mean, how could you not? We look ridiculous. We have no place to hang them. Ugh. Take a look at the pictures my brother took on Christmas morning - they tell the real story. bwhahahahahahah.