When I was a lot younger, and I do mean a lot, I used to escape into my own little world by drawing fashion figures. I also drew a lot of houseplans and yachts for fun. I think back now on how very odd of a combination of sorts for a young child.
A favorite drawing place for me was on the livingroom coffee table. Even then, my strokes were way too heavy and bold. Very much to my mother's chagrin, the wooden coffee table was imprinted with my designs. I eventually outgrew that phase and moved on to an interest in tole painting and colorful fantasy characters.
I also remember extorting art supplies from my father. He was my dealer. And he never figured out how to say no. A very good memory for me.
Somewhere along the line, I started just painting on things. For me, everything became a canvas. Some stuff is still around after all these years, most likely for posterity's sake. The raccoon above is probably from when I was about 13. He is painted on a wastebasket, still tucked away in a spare bedroom.
In college, I painted the Clown Mural for fun on cinder block in the hallway entrance of my Dormitory. Yes, and now I was the odd college student who apparently had way too much spare time. However, it landed me my first substantial paid art job. I was asked to do another mural by the university and I was compensated a whopping $20.00 (no taxes deducted) for my efforts. Hey, that was a lot of money way back then!!!
A favorite drawing place for me was on the livingroom coffee table. Even then, my strokes were way too heavy and bold. Very much to my mother's chagrin, the wooden coffee table was imprinted with my designs. I eventually outgrew that phase and moved on to an interest in tole painting and colorful fantasy characters.
I also remember extorting art supplies from my father. He was my dealer. And he never figured out how to say no. A very good memory for me.
Somewhere along the line, I started just painting on things. For me, everything became a canvas. Some stuff is still around after all these years, most likely for posterity's sake. The raccoon above is probably from when I was about 13. He is painted on a wastebasket, still tucked away in a spare bedroom.
In college, I painted the Clown Mural for fun on cinder block in the hallway entrance of my Dormitory. Yes, and now I was the odd college student who apparently had way too much spare time. However, it landed me my first substantial paid art job. I was asked to do another mural by the university and I was compensated a whopping $20.00 (no taxes deducted) for my efforts. Hey, that was a lot of money way back then!!!
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