Here’s a moldy oldie from the Summer of ’89. I find this one interesting because seems to show the content that I fully embrace today just barely starting to emerge in my early drawings and doodles. It’s just under the surface and it’s poking its head up to say ‘Hi’, trying to disturb the serene scene above.
Heh. Maybe this guy’ll show up on the 4th, bringing his flamey flames with him and I can drunkenly order him to light all my fireworks for me. Have a good holiday, folks!
Here’s goofy little drawing from my past. Not sure what the eye tunnels are about but the electrical sparks in the hair seem to show the beginnings (or at least hints) of features prevalent in the Sharpie craze and, more recently, with nose bleed. Weird how you can make sense of some of your past by examining your present state.
Oh yeah, speaking of the Summer of ’89. I’ve already been posting shit from this period and just didn’t bother noting it. Check out the tag if you’re curious.
Here’s some more of my drawing backstory from high school. Strong dad influences in this one (and, for some reason, a dash of Marlon Brando). Also some beastman type stuff going on in there, probably from watching too many episodes of Manimal.
Anyway, my dad got one of his eyes shot out with a bee-bee gun as a kid. He apparently had a glass eye for a while when he was younger but by the time I knew him he was sporting an eye patch. That combined with his dark, curly hair gave him a decidedly pirate look. Thinking about it now, he would’ve looked much more awesome if he’d had a semi-translucent plate riveted over his bad eye, as pictured above. Would’ve given him a much cooler, cyborg, road warrior look.
Got myself in the digital mood and futzed around with a pencil drawing from my teens. I reduced the colors and edited the palette to achieve this effect. This drawing always gave me sort of a bland feeling so sprucing it up a bit with some color has hopefully added some interest.
This one always makes me pause. I remember first getting into drawing skulls and skeletons in high school. I once asked a guest psychology teacher in my English class what they meant and he said it was generally considered to be a fear of the future. At the time, what he said didn’t mean much to me. Over the years I’ve come to realize that there’s a lot of truth to that answer.
Honestly, though, it is a bit more complicated than that. I’ve always loved books about the human body, skulls and skeletons have always been symbols of hardcore coolness and rebellion to me and the best test score I ever got in Advanced Biology in high school was the human skeleton test. Feh, it’s never simple, is it?