21 is basically a conglomeration of a stress dream.

22. Tony Bourdain. In the kitchen. I hate that he’s gone. Him yanking out a cork with his teeth to slosh into a pan— that’s our guy. He’s why I wanted to go find the weird little restaurants down small, dark alleys in Rome to find the best food. It was there. I am still sad he’s been gone, it’s been 2 years.

In the realm of the drawing itself— this one came easily to me. It’s not perfect by any stretch, but it’s also recongisable and full of the motion I think comprised most of his career.