1964

 

I can't draw, so I shouldn't criticize, but what the devil is an Art History minor for, if not picking apart work like this? It's like a departed spirit of a better work trying to manifest itself in a wet Leroy Neiman.

Sophisticates in smart cafe-bars, that's the margarita drinker. Or perhaps was, before the Jimmy Buffett set got thier mitts on it.