No one is exempt from talking nonsense. The great misfortune is to do it solemnly.

I'm thinking that this one would be good on the inside slip of Ezra's debut LP. It's such a shame vinyl has been technological superseded, as its sheer size offered a host of possibilities for artistic expression.

Comments

Jackie said…

I thought that was Henry when I saw it in my feed reader. I don't usually see the likeness (as they're both their own men, of course), but he really does have more than a touch of the Henry about him in this one. A fantastic portrait.

9 October 2009 at 20:47

yamini said…

I like the look in his eye and the bottom four teeth. Lovely portrait Kris and yes, it should be on the inside cover of his first LP. My vote is already with you. :-))

9 October 2009 at 20:56

Sue said…

'Ear, 'ear!!!

10 October 2009 at 11:21

Kris McCracken said…

Jackie, Henry was convinced that it was Henry as well.

13 October 2009 at 10:15

Kris McCracken said…

Yamini, we just need to record it now.

13 October 2009 at 10:15

Kris McCracken said…

Sue, people say that Van Gogh cut off his ear, but it was only a bit of the lobe.

13 October 2009 at 10:16

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