When I am gone some day and those who have access are going through my drawings they will toss those they don't like and perhaps keep a small handful that appeals to them. Or perhaps just toss them all away.
My art was part competition, part therapy, part carefully hiding the truth....and part exposing my soul, hopes and dreams.
I want to share some with you. These are from an art pad that ranges from 1989-1990. I am in the tale end of therapy and have a quiet time in my head to create. I don't have TV or the internet to entertain me so I draw a lot.
Clicking on the pictures will enlarge them.
a far cry from this one done in 1977
That is Chardra to the left there. A character in my story "The Twicked Family Reunion." My older sister and used to write stories on the kitchen table to pass the time. She came up with embryo eyes. (original idea? not sure never asked her.) First time I had heard it anyways. So captivated by the image I drew it on occasion and finally crafted an entire story off the idea.
I have the story next to my computer and have tinkered with the idea of blogging it. Its no master piece, more along the lines of a way underground off the track, hidden behind the dumpster cult classic.