It started when I was pretty young. I’d sit for hours, painstakingly sketching images from National Geographic, albums, personal photos… My sister has many of those sketches. Most are lost to time.
Decades ago, when I started showing my work, I was constantly advised to loosen up my style. A friend recently commented that he didn’t realize I could do realism. I guess I loosened up already. Or maybe I just got lazy.
Since I’ve been unabashedly “saving” the less embarrassing poem and songs from my past, I thought it might be fun to “save” a few of my remaining sketches too. Though the paper was getting crumbly, a few of them scanned well enough.
This one is of a very glamorous friend of mine from highschool. Why yes, I did go to highschool in the ’80s. Why do you ask?