Artwork for Annual Pig Roast (2013Jul27)


Long ago, in a decade far, far away, my friend Randy owned a big spread up in the Vermont hills–a beautiful idyll with meadows and wood-trails and ponds and streams. Randy made his own pond (and stocked it) but still, he had a pond. On one visit, I designed and built a footbridge over his stream–my one and only engineering project.

rough sketch 1 for Directions Map

I was already losing focus, losing fine motor control in my drawings, and suffering from chronic fatigue, etc. So I would make short visits up there to build bridges and draw flyers, but then I went home and only heard about the huge galas that followed my visits. Randy described one gathering where my footbridge was the access to all the big tents and lean-tos. The bridge was such a big hit that someone eventually drove a car over it. To their surprise, the bridge was unfazed by an automobiles weight. Soon they were all driving back and forth over the bridge–until some wiseguy decided to ‘push the envelope’ and drive a big pick-up across. My bridge was fazed, and no one would ever again build a usable bridge over that stream.

rough sketch 2 for Directions Map

The Annual Pig Roasts were huge affairs. The police citations from previous fests were nailed up on a wall of honor–no party ever got cited less than three times. It was a three-day event–people would caravan in with huge RVs, tent cities, and a host of less-easily described people and living quarters. But the only way to get all those people together was to send out invitations–which was where I came in. The first flyer had a sort of ‘last supper’ drawing of a bunch of cartoon pigs seated at a long table, drinking and eating–the best drawing of all but, unfortunately, one for which I have lost all the art and flyers.

The next year, I would be unable to draw as well, and Randy had to settle for two pigs toasting with beer mugs. The year after that, Randy had to settle for re-using the same art, and just updating the words. This was one of the hardest periods for me–I was becoming a shell of my former self and still believed that I just wasn’t getting enough rest–and it hurt me to have to say ‘no’ when people asked me to draw–they couldn’t understand that my ability had simply dried up and blown away, and neither could I.

If you’ve never drawn a map of directions to a party, be advised that it isn’t as easy as it looks–fortunately (from my POV at that time) a map done properly once need never be drawn again.

final drawing for Directions Map:

There were early sessions between Randy and I as he explained what he wanted the picture to look like…

early sketch 1 ‘party pig’

…and I drew rough sketches to see if we were talking about the same thing.

After fixing upon the figures, we then discussed the ‘scene’:

rough sketch – left-side ‘toasting pig’:

rough sketch – left-side ‘toasting pig’:

toasting pigs

final art

Randy was very kind, always offering to put me and Claire and kids in his House (which he designed and built himself!–the only permanent structure with utilities and running water). Alas, we were raising young kids and I was falling apart inside, so we never did get to see the roasts. (I had been to the very first one, but had spent the two days in bed, sick and exhausted.) Still, they were wonders of the art of hospitality and it’s a shame Randy doesn’t live there any more.

randy’s Invite & Thank You:

Randy has been writing poetry lately, under the URL cloudfactor5.wordpress, and very good poetry, IMHO. You can judge for yourselves at:   cloudfactor5

more art to come…..

7 responses to “Artwork for Annual Pig Roast (2013Jul27)

  1. A sweet reminiscing ride through the way-back machine of epic three-day binges
    to the land of ‘Toasting Toga Pigs’ !! Pig roast party citations were a paragon of pride for us party-till-u-drop pig farmers !! I still remember performing ‘It’s Slopping Time’ with our hog farmer band to hoots & howls of inebriated friends !!! We definitely set a new standard for legendary shindigs, and those citified-flatlanders traveled far and wide for a taste of homegrown heaven !! Thanks again for the artwork and conjuring up a commemorative collection of unforgettable frolicking !!! your best buddy & platinum pal, RB

  2. Oh Lord, Cloud, this is hilarious!! I’ve done those posters before, and the maps are always, you know, you draw a one-inch line and write in “Go 43 miles straight down this road then turn at the old tree stump. The birch stump, not the oak one. If you see the oak one, you’re two miles too far down the road…”

    Hell of a story, and the pig in the toga is obviously not aware of the nature of a pig roast… unless he thinks it’s about enduring insults from Don RIckles. Thanks for stopping by and commenting at Sharp Li’l! Amy

  3. that pig looks delicious…I’ve got a barbecuing right now as the crickets sing before the dawn belches it’s light and the misquito buzz of the agora begins to sing…

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