Richard Fong's amazing painting of Ronald Reagan (ca. 1984)

by Jack Brummet

In 1984, Richard Fong, a friend, co-worker, and San Francisco artist, gave me this oil painting.  We'd spent the election making twisted collages of Ronald Reagan and the Administration (to the chagrin of the owner of the commercial real estate appraiser's office where we worked).

It has hung on the wall everywhere I've lived since.  What I love most about this painting is that it captures the soul of Ronald Reagan, but also adds in—somehow!—a touch of Richard Nixon.  Other people, unprompted, have noticed this too.  It's been an inspiration for some 30 years now, and I've always been grateful for the gift.  Every time I look at it I remember Richard.

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This image captures how I feel post-election. . .I keep looking behind me

[image from Dawn of the Dead photoshopped into a stock photo of a rear view mirror]

My favorite Silent Night ever (Huey "Piano" Smith and the Clowns)

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President Elect Trump: Why I don't need briefings

by Jack Brummet

DJT on Fox today, explaining why he doesn't need daily intel briefings:

"I don’t have to be told ― you know, I’m, like, a smart person. I don’t have to be told the same thing in the same words every single day.”  

“I don’t need to be told ... the same thing every day, every morning ― same words. ‘Sir, nothing has changed. Let’s go over it again.’

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drawing: faces 203

by Jack Brummet

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drawing: faces 1810 — two double portraits

by Jack Brummet

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Russell Wilson may have just become a 13

By Jack Brummet

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Drawing No. 1810 — a book of faces

by Jack Brummet

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Drawing: faces 1809 — The Grand Jury

By Jack Brummet

Detail: 

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My cat Chaka

by Jack Brummet

[all digital]

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faces 1808: enhanced drawing ― The Smiler and Jen

by Jack Brummet

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Pearl Harbor Day, 75 years later

by Jack Brummet

Remembering Pearl Harbor. My Uncle Bill enlisted in the Navy the next day (I think!). Both of my parents enlisted―father in the navy too (he had already served in the army) and my mother Betty in the Marine Corps. 

My mother remembers Japanese kids being led out of Ballard High later, on their way to the internment camps. Some of the students lined up and booed.

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