Van Gogh Cafe

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While I was jumping between Air B&B‘s in Orlando, I decided to go to the Van Goghblin Café (805 W Central Blvd. Orlando, FL).   I ordered a Van Gogh themed coffee and settled in to sketch. This café is near the Orlando City Soccer Stadium in Orlando. Being on the west side of I-4, the neighborhood isn’t the best. I walked there from downtown, so I am not sure what the parking situation is like near the café.

Rather than being a stand-alone café, this seems like a coffee shop for the design firms that occupies the rest of the building. I got there late in the day and the staff was getting ready to leave. I had to rush the sketch since the staff wanted to leave.

In the café ordering area there was a faux window that looked out on a Van Gogh painted scene. Thee menu and Ordering counter were painted Van Gogh blue. Starry night sliced across a bright yellow walk in the communal area. Some chairs were in the style of the night café painting by Van Gogh while others were modern plush leather seats. The leather seating was more popular.

The coffee was decent, but the location makes going here less than appealing unless you are heading to an Orlando City Soccer game.

Port Charlotte Florida: Recovery

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After my hernia operation, my sister and her husband drove me back to their place in Port Charlotte Florida. I had pain meds and stool softeners although neither was really needed.

My sister and her husband each have recliners set up in front of a large screen TV and it is often on. I vegetated on the couch taking naps and watching the British antiques competition shows. I wasn’t supposed to eat any heavy food so I mostly drank liquids.

It was a relaxing several days at my sister’s. After being on the couch for so long, I needed to get out for a walk, so Pat and I walked around the block. I had packed some food in a cooler so I wasn’t infringing on Pat and Mike too much. I also treated them to diner and paid for the hotel since they were doing me a favor.

My doctor had warned that there could be complications, but My recovery went smoothly. I felt stabbing pain in my abdomen several times but over the counter aspirin kept that pain manageable. Shortly after this operation I would be moving to downtown Orlando.

All my belongings were in storage except for a backpack and my sketchbook. After the operation I went to Orlando because I was given the opportunity to sketch as many Fringe Shows as I could handle in May. I ended up sketching over 70 shows while jumping from one air B4B to the next. By moving from Air B&B each week, I figured out where I didn’t want to live in Orlando. Several of the places were on the flight paths to the airport and I refuse to listen to planes land in the morning. Each evening I would look at apartment listings in Orlando until I found what seemed like the perfect artist studio to move into.

I looked at 513 East Livingston Street with a group of college students. They were deciding who would move into which bedroom. I was figuring out what the light would be like coming in the studio windows. I opened up every window in the place to get a feel for the views. I tested light switches and the water to be sure things were working. When I got home, I immediately started mapping out where my art supplies would go. I knew I wanted to move in.

Moving would be a real test to see if the incisions would hold up. I decided to hire two movers for the job since lifting large boxes could cause the hernia to return. I loaded up my car several times. One load was all my sketchbooks. I decided that was the most important cargo. All the sketchbooks in their boxes just barely fit into my Prius.

One item disappeared during the move. That was my Hathaspace Hepa Air Filter. I am assuming the movers needed that item for their home. I purchased a new one for several hundred dollars. It was an expensive “tip”. I will of course never hire those movers again.

 

Dracula, A Comedy of Errors: Set Build

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There was just a week until Dracula, A Comedy of Errors opened at the Orlando Shakespeare Theater (812 E Rollins St Lowndes Shakespeare Center Orlando, FL) I got a call from Jim Helsinger letting me know that the stagehands were shorthanded. My virtual teaching courses at Elite Animation Academy had dried up, so I jumped at the chance to fill in as a stagehand. My roommate was also available for work, so I passed along the information. I did this sketch over multiple 15 minute breaks on the job.

The first day I met Alex K the TD for the production. He gave me a little blue spiral bound notebook, which I kept in my pocket to check off notes I had addressed. I added bendy board up above the central arched doorways to keep backstage light from seeping through. Even with the bendy board in place there were gaps which were addressed by another stage hand later on. My experience with power tools was limited in that I have done some work around the house, but I have never had to build a house from scratch.

There were two coffin shaped doors at either side of the stage. The doors lead to a wall. They could open but only partially. I was given the task of adding small door jams at the base to keep them from fully opening. Lighting strips were later added around the inner edge of the doors that allowed them to glow blood red. So far I was doing fine since I was just driving in some screws.

Alex assigned Carpenter, Miguel, and I with putting up the dimensional edging and shelves for a fake bookcase. We worked from the top arches downward to get the slats in place. We kept running into issues with the edging not lining up right. We later realized that it was better to build from the bottom upwards, which solved many of the leveling issues.

I then spent the rest of the day putting purple baseboards along the bottom of all the stage walls. This was made more complicated by the coffin doors which also had the molding at the base. It took some trail and error to get the angles on the baseboards to match the angles of the coffin. If I cut the baseboards to close to the door then opening the door could be problematic. The stage was a constant traffic jam of ladders as stagehands and the lighting crew did their work in a rush for the opening only a few days away.

Late in the day, I was told that the wood grain on the baseboards had to run horizontally. This was a note I had not been given. Most of the boards had to be removed since they had vertical grain. Luckily, I had made another mistake in using staples that were a bit too short to secure the boards to the walls. Since the staples extended into the wall only a quarter inch, the boards came off easily and I cut new boards quickly using the old boards as samples. All the new boards had horizontal wood grain. With the second install of the baseboards, I added much longer staples.

My next job was to add wood panel edging to a section of a wall. All the corners were cut at 45-degree angles to make the panel frames. This had me working the table saw and circular saws to get all the bits and pieces cut. I started gluing the corners but then learned that it would be easier to just staple the pieces to the wall. The circular saw tended to chip the wood, but the table saw gave much cleaner cuts. I didn’t use the table saw for angles cuts since I could not find a guide that allowed me to feed the boards at the needed 45 degree angle. I used a metal triangle running in the slot on top of the table saw when I needed angles cuts.  I learned that the job is made or broken from the moment the first piece of wood is stapled to the wall. I had drawn a chalk pattern using a T-square to get the horizontal and vertical lines in place. Getting at the rectangular box corners to line up needed adjustments. I found myself running back and forth to the scene shop multiple times to re-cut pieces to get them to look square. It was part measurements and part eyeballing how it looked. I was pleased when it was finally done. I felt it was my first day on the job masterpiece.

The next day there was a note that the panels I had obsessed over were not level. Another stagehand dismantled much of my work and put it back together. One thing that many people say to me when they see me sketching is, “I can’t draw a straight line.” It turns out I could not see a straight line if it kicked me in the head. The level is my new best friend. The main thing is that I am learning from every mistake, or so I hope.

Pre-Op

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I had blood tests and that test where they attached all those diodes to areas for the chest done before going to the hospital for my hernia surgery. When in the pre-op area I sketched this nurse who was very helpful. She shaved my chest and pubic hair so that there was no hair anywhere near where the robot would be operating. Another nurse came in and started to do the same test that I had done the week before. She had not checked the chart and was happy to double bill me for the procedure. The nurse I sketched checked and saw that the tests had already been done. She managed to get the charge removed for the redundant testing that was done. When the bill is over $11,000 that savings was lost in the insane expense for the day.

There was infantile beach scene wallpaper trim at the top of the wall in the pre-op room. Somehow that beach scene was not reassuring.

I could not sketch in the operating room. I was knocked out in minutes with anesthesia. I met the anesthesiologist, and my doctor and several other people who were in the room to watch the robot dig into my innards.

When I woke up my sister Pat was in the room and she and Mike drove me back to their place south of Sarasota. I had purchased pain meds and felt some nausea, but I quickly recovered. It was kind of nice to vegetate for a few days and watch British antiques road show programing. After two days, I decided I was strong enough to drive myself back to Orlando.

Now that my chest has grown back all it’s hair, the three bullet hole scars are no longer visible from the operation. The center scar was for a miniature camera and the other two scars were for probing mechanical hands that placed a mesh inside my abdomen at my pelvis and secured it in place. There were not stitches, but rather the holes were super glues shut.

Sarasota Motel

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After traveling through Europe, following the footsteps of my father 1st Lieutenant Arthur Thorspecken, I developed a bilateral hernia at the base of my pelvis, below my bellybutton. My sister Pat Thorspecken-Napolitano told me about the two failed hernia repair operations she had and then the operation that finally succeeded. I decided to have the doctor who performed the successful operation on my sister, perform the operation on me.

The operation was on March 28, 2026 at the Sarasota Hospital. I was told that I would not be able to drive after the operation so I needed a ride. My sister Pat and her husband Mike volunteered to help get me to the hospital and get me to their home. We got a hotel room several blocks from the hospital the night before.

Some kid was bouncing a baseball off the wall that had the bed headboards for hours. It makes sense that the universe would be sure to create some havoc just before I would go under the knife. Check in went smoothly in terms of paperwork, but the nurses didn’t read the documents and they started getting me prepped for an EKG which I had done a few days before. My chest was shaved all the way down to my pubes. I was naked as a newborn for the operation.

A DaVinci Robot controlled by the doctor performed the operation. I only saw the robot for a moment before I was sedated and blanked out. The operation cost $11,000 out of pocket and my insurance company, Ambetter Health, didn’t reimburse me for any of the cost. The operation was done correctly and I healed quickly. Sometimes picking the low-budget doctor that insurance wants to use just isn’t an option. I didn’t want an inexperienced butcher cutting me open.

Three small incisions on my abdomen have since healed. Walking and biking have not caused any hint of the hernia to return. Having survived the operation, I am now focusing on improving my eating habits and getting to my ideal weight. A friend is helping me with the diet and I insist on biking or walking to many of my daily chores.

Little Big Econ

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I met my little sister Carol Thorspecken-Bishop and her daughter Anna Martindale up at the Maple Street Biscuit Company (978 City Walk Lane Oviedo Florida.) My sister lives in Upstate New York but comes down to Florida periodically since she has a time share.  Carol wanted to do a short hike at Little Big Econ. The trail was a short ride from the breakfast restaurant.

The Maple Street Biscuit Company serves biscuits with gravy and scrambled eggs and bacon. I wasn’t on my plant based diet yet but the breakfast was delicious and filling. It offered the perfect carbo loading before hitting the trail.

The trail followed this river and once we found this open vista, I decided to stop to get a sketch. Carol and Anna hiked a bit further. There was a large alligator in the water just a few yards from where I was painting. Two guys took off their shirts and were fishing from the shore up stream. They didn’t catch anything in the time I was working on the sketch and they packed up their rods and moved further upstream.

It is always good to see family, even in the wilds of Florida. Anna had some juicy gossip and I got to catch up with what my north east relatives were up to. I have been painting with gouache again and this scene is an example of how opaque paint could have helped in making the scene more painterly. In France a photographer joked with me saying you can paint any color you want as long as it is green. This scene reminds me of that joke.

Stella showed me some books of the Florida State Parks. I am now thinking it would be nice to go to each park and paint. Those paintings would be oil or gouache. Now that could be a fun series of paintings before the parks are raped and turned into golf courses. I wonder what the biking distance is between each park? I am an old man however and would likely burn gas to get between State Parks.

Jail Bird Trump Puppet Build

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I helped Stella Arbelaéz Tascón when she was working on a 14-foot-tall Jailbird in Chief puppet. She researched online videos and websites to figure out how to construct a the puppet. A walker was found and dismantled. She then added backpack straps to the walker frame which became the backpack that she would wear which supported the giant head and torso.

The head was constructed from white flexible plastic hose. She built a simple wooden base from scrap she found in her garage. A metal pipe was mounted to that base to support the head as she worked. She figured out how to take simple tubing and make it into a dimensional face. I didn’t do to many sketches of the process since my hands were busily helping. The puppet needed to be completed before a No Kings Rally just 13 days away.

Once the heads tubing structure was complete the “Skin” was added using paper mache. Stella added al the paper to the delicate features of the face, and I helped by doing the same for the rest of the head. Three layers of the paper mache were added to make the head feel solid to the touch. I was pleased and nervous when Stella asked me to paint the head. Making him look like Trump would be a challenge. I blocked in basic skin colors and added thick eyebrows using yarn. Stella stepped in to add warmth to the cheeks lips and ears. I liked her quick bold painting suggestions, and it affected how I painted moving forward.

I also was put in charge of building Trump’s hands. The hands were just as big as the face and were constructed of a cardboard form for the palms and pool noodles for fingers. Unfortunately, Stella didn’t have enough pink pool noodles for both hands, so I had to get more noodles from Family Dollar. Those noodles were blue and a bit thicker. I had to carve them down with an electric blade to try and match them with the thinner noodles. Spray foam filled al the empty spaces in the palm and helped keep the fingers in place. Like the head paper mache “Skin” was added. It was fun painting the Trumps bruised hands.

It was in the final days of the build that Stella had to figure out the puppet’s torso and jumpsuit. I helped by making a stencil and painting 666 as the prison number on the jumpsuit. She had multiple sleepless nights sewing that giant jumpsuit and assembling everything. I have no idea how she finished everything in time. Unlike her, I had to rest.

This was the second huge project to christen Stella’s new large studio space. Opening the space in the room allowed for larger than life ideas to take form.

The giant head was balanced on a pipe inside the puppet so it could nod. The puppet was so large that two people could fit inside. I needed to hold all the weight of the puppet as Stella strapped on the backpack. Once she was standing and balanced, I could duck out of the puppet. At that point, I would be in charge of holding a long stick which supported the bruised right hand.  It is so fun to be the friend of an artist who thinks so big. I am so happy for the time I had to collaborate.

Leesburg Art Festival

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While living in Lake County Florida I was searching for events to sketch and I found the Leesburg Art Festival. Art Festivals are always fun sketch opportunities with artists selling their wares in tents. Tom make a living as an artist in Florida you sometimes have to be a gypsy. I got to the festival with plenty of time to spare to get a sketch. I decided quickly to make sure to get the historic clock in the town square in my sketch.

I was surprised to find that the artists were all packing up their art to break down their tents. There were many hours to go before the art festival was over. I decided to sketch even as the artists were making their escape.

The lady on the left hand side of my sketch had already broken down her tent. She was curious about me and we started to talk. She explained that the organizers of the art festival had seen that a thunder storm was coming so all the artists were breaking down and getting out of Dodge before the heavy rain started. All her tent poles were at the curb and soon her husband drove up and she packed everything into his SUV.

Across From me the guy with the pink had and shirt was selling jewelry. He was much slower to pack up. I decided to sketch him twice. The Leesburg clock kept spinning as I raced to finish the sketch before getting soaked. It turned out that I didn’t need to rush. I finished before a single rain drop fell. I closed the sketch book and decided I wanted to get a scoop of ice cream.

Leesburg has a quaint historic feel and I went into Mystic Ice Cream shop on my walk back to my car. I ordered two scoops of vanilla in a big cone and sat in the ice cream shop front counter to look out and watch for the rain. Old album covers were on all the walls and lava lamps could be found in every corner. I liked the place. I want to return some day to sketch the ice cream shop. Mystic has another ice cream shop  in Fruitland Park that has Karaoke. I went there once with Stella Arbelaez, and we had a fun time sketching the place while listening to some very talented singers along with some questionable clunkers. I loved singing along, but I am not one to get on stage. Only those closest to me get to hear my singing voice. It is so rare to have a friend who loves to experience the world that way I do. I had so much fun that night. I asked the lady serving my ice cream, and Mystic in Leesburg does not host Karaoke nights.

It still hadn’t rained but the sky was now a dark slate grey. Once I got back to my Prius the first big drops hit the wind shield. It rained hard on the entire drive back to my art studio.

Our Dear Dead Drug Lord

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Our Dear Drug Lord was performed by the Ensemble Company at Imagine Entertainment Art Center (1220 Oviedo Mall Boulevard, Oviedo Florida) from arch 6 to March 15, 2026. The show was directed by Matthew Macdermid. The show mostly featured 4 young female students in their school uniforms. These teens seemed sweet enough as they met in an abandoned tree house, but the sweet setting was home to their dark secret society. These private school girls used this tree house to worship the ghost of the dead Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar.

The opening scene involved initiating Kit, (Louise Ortiz-Hernandez) to the group. She had to prove she was worthy to join the group by murdering a stray cat. Squeeze (Sarah Barthelemy) was allergic to cats, so she wanted the ceremony performed immediately, while Pipe, (Ana Gomes-Lugo) insisted the ceremony happen with all due pomp and circumstance. Zoo, (Maddy Poston) was the only girl with a conscience who felt the ceremony might be too much making them look like absolute psychopaths. I felt rather uneasy that the girls might perform the murderous deed in front of a live audience.

The play delves into the depths of teen angst. The new kid on the block, Kit was raised by her Colombian mother, and the other girls suspect that maybe she had ties to the infamous Pablo Escobar. Kits father died shortly after she was born and that further cemented the suspicions that she might have ties to the drug lord.

What tarted as an innocent Ouija board game soon spiraled into a truly haunting experience. Each of the girls has had to deal with painful deaths in their families and they have yet to fully process their grief. The ghost of Pablo Escsobar, (Luis Molina) made an appearance late in the play and he interacted with Pipe’s little sister, (Zoey Natal). That entire scene was in Spanish which I appreciate, but my comprehension is so limited. I know that Pipe was begging Pablo Escobar to bring her dead sister back. Pablo would aske her what else she wanted and each time she would ask to have her sister back. When Pablo insisted, she finally admitted that she wanted the part of her that died with her sister. Later Pipes’ little sister appeared and said that there was monster under her bed. She and Pipe soon realize that they are the monsters.  Pipes little sister made a deal with the devil to not be good. Good is to quiet and small, she wanted to be loud, loud, loud and to take what is hers.

All of the girls who were living through the pain of adolescence were going through the same process of wanting to live loudly. They created monstrous rites of passage as they grew towards a strange and violent world.

The set for this production, which was designed and constructed by Bonnie Sprung, looked amazing. Any time I get to sketch the creative process of a production before it hits the stage, I am excited.

Brooklyn’s Pizza Dining room

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After the Disney Feature Animation Reunion and the chaos of a film shoot at the Stella Arbelaéz studio, I settled back into a sketching routine in Lake County Florida.

My refrigerator was largely empty, so I treated myself to a night out at Brooklyn’s Pizza (27405 Us-27 Lake Harris Square, Leesburg, FL). I ordered a plate of Fettuccini Alfredo which is my favorite creamy pasta dish. The waitresses her were familiar with having an artist who would sit, eat and sketch for several hours.

I had gone out to eat early so the dining room only had a few people. A man and woman sat at the corner booth so at least there was some humans to be seen. The corner of the dining room is also where the waitress station was. The barricade made it so I wouldn’t see the waitress until she came to my table.

Meals and memories can be found at Brooklyn’s Pizza . I have strong memories of sketching with a friend in this dining room, and it makes me want to return often. My strongest memories are on paper put down with pencil, ink and watercolor. I have been unpacking my drawings from over the years, and I was truly on fire artistically right before I moved to Orlando. Drawings done with oil paint, and colored pencil were so expressive. I remember loving how luscious the pencil line felt as it melted into the oil paint.

Seeing that work makes me want to regain some of that angst filled energy. I suspect my work will begin to once again evolve after having looked back at my past.  Right now, I am doing a series of drawings of the best Vegetarian Restaurants in Orlando. Drawings of restaurants tend to be more about depicting the perspective of a room and less about the figure. I am feeling the urge to do more figurative work and may begin to hire models to pose in my Eola Heights Studio.

I am also doing a series of 49 paintings of Lake Eola. This series gets me up early at sunrise each day to get some painting under my belt at the start of each day. In the evening I then go out to sketch at some Orlando Event. It is by doing a whole lot of work that I hope to get to the point where the paintings and drawings get more expressive.

I ate maybe half of the Fettuccini Alfredo and took the rest back to the Lake County Studio. Today I would not longer consider ordering such a rich and creamy dish. My new plant-based diet doesn’t allow for dairy product. Eating out has become more of a challenge with the plant-based restrictions but I keep finding some dishes which foot the bill.

Yesterday I ordered a Subway sandwich with a friend and we both wanted only vegetables. Every sandwich description started out with a list of processed meats. The only vegetarian option was to order a sandwich and get the meat on the side. Filling up the sandwich with extra vegetables was then a fun process. I ordered a lemonade instead of a soda and I was instructed that I should water the lemonade down since it had too much sugar. I tasted the lemonade and it tasted delicious in a saccharine sweet way. I did water the drink down but not in a 50 to 50 proportion. I wanted and needed the sugar flavor blast.

I am learning what is good to put in my body a bit at a time. When I slip off the wagon my goal is to get right back on and train myself to eat a more healthy diet.