Sketch book: random

Last week, the Puppet Kitchen finished a six week build on Master Peter's Puppet Show for the Castleton Festival in Virginia.  I, sadly, was not going on the road with the show.  But it means I do have some time in the day to play video games get work done.  

So, here's a sketchbook page from when I was reading The Tempest:

And this one has a story attached to it:

 You see, Emily (of the Puppet Kitchen) had a friend who was working on a film.  his job was being the Walken Wrangler during a shoot in Central Park.  Which is exactly what it sounds like.  He kept Christopher Walken in line.  So, lunch was called, and Walken opens the door to his trailer, dressed in only shoes and a bathrobe:  "Get the car.  I have to shit."

"Mr. Walken, the toilets are right over-"

"No.  I don't shit in the park.  Get.  The.  Car."

The car was retrieved, Walken gets in and they begin to drive.  Passing one of the fountains, Walken calls for a stop.  He gets out of the car, walks into the fountain, hikes up his robe, and slowly lowers himself into the water.  Right up to his nose.  And then just sits there.

"Mr. Walken?  Sir?  Sir!?  Mr. Walken?  Chris?  Please don't poop in the fountain!  Mr. Walken!?"  Naturally, when your job is only to keep Christopher Walken from being fucking insane, something like this puts the fear of unemployment in your mind.

Twenty minutes later: Walken gets up, steps out of the fountain, streaming water, calm as you please.

"Alright.  Now let's go.  I gotta find a toilet."

"But...Mr. Walken, you just spend all of lunch in the fountain shitting."

"No!  I told you before; I don't shit in the park.  For lunch, I was a turtle."

Seriously.  This happened.