New Print: EAT
Posted by Troy | Filed under Across the U.P., Travel, Work
Illustration by Troy DeShano
When I left Michigan for the first time I was naively surprised at how many people new nothing of what we call “the U.P.”
Come to find out explaining an “upper peninsula” is more complicated that you might think..
North of Lake Michigan and Wisconsin a magical stretch of forests reaches along Lake Superior’s southern border from Michigan to Minnesota. If you’ve ever wondered what “air” smells like I highly recommend a visit. I made quite a few trips along the U.P.’s southern route in college and more recently have enjoyed camping along the Lake Superior shoreline.
Besides the sheer lack of people, the other thing I love about the U.P. is that when you do happen across civilization, it’s like you’ve stepped into another country.
The pace slows down exponentially; hit “seek” on your radio and it just spins like a vortex; little towns pass by every couple hours that I like to imagine have their very own Laura Palmers and Big Eds and Log Ladies…
and I’ve said before that even though everyone speaks English, they name their businesses as if no one does.
Tags: across the up, original illustration, U.P.
Changel
Posted by Troy | Filed under Across the U.P., Humor
Illustration by Troy DeShano
I bring you good tidings of great cheese.
Tags: cheese, Humor, original illustration
Dogg
Posted by Troy | Filed under Across the U.P.
Illustration by Troy DeShano
Dogg was in front of us in line at Grocery somewhere near Marquette, MI.
All he had in his cart was like six gallons of milk and a case of whiskey.
I have no idea what he had going on that evening, but must have been fun and obviously without any lactose intolerance whatsoever.
Tags: across the up, art, Michigan, original illustration, U.P.
Smoking the Gun
Posted by Troy | Filed under Across the U.P., Projects
This is the first in another new illustration series called Across the U.P.
Each illustration in the series will be inspired by a moment, sight, memory or conversation during trips across Michigan’s upper peninsula. It’s really different country up there, a whole different culture with its own sights, sounds and smells.
This one is called “Smoking the Gun.” Memories of cap guns and feeling tough.
