Fungal growths, lace medallions, and a mountain engraved with an ode to The Master. Black ultrafine Sharpie, various coloured markers, white gel pen.
The verso page is drawn over the bleed-through from page 33.
“The Master” is my name for a drink I used to like, which was originally introduced to us as a shot at a Mexican restaurant in Atlanta that our friends Bob and Sandy used to take us to. The bartender claimed to have invented it and called it “Dub-Dub”. I’ve never been interested in chugging alcohol just to get drunk so I sipped it instead and it was GOOD. The name sucked though so I renamed it when I started making it at home, The Master because it’s two parts tequila and one part Grand Marnier, basically a margarita without the lime. A little bit of literary humour. Anyway we rarely drink anymore despite having a daunting collection of good alcohol displayed in our dining room, on that old gutted player piano we made into a bar cabinet. When you try this drink use the best tequila you can afford and serve it on the rocks. Oh, The Master!