Recently, David Linn Arnold had e-mailed me about this Web site to ask me, ‘where is the art?’
He has a good point.
Why have a Web site that lists one as an artist, yet have absolutely nothing but words and photographs on its pages? I decided to address his question, but I ran into a bit of a problem. I’ve sold all of my adult artwork, and I don’t have a portfolio of any leftovers. I have a moldy old paper container filled with drawings from my life as a dork in junior high. Not only does this container contain drawings from a 14-year-old, this container has soaked up countless garage floods. The artwork has pretty much turned into a papier-mache’ slab, and the container into a giant mushroom.
So I looked through all my old photographs. That was when I discovered that I never took any. Never is too absolute. Let’s just say that there are some random shots of art for no reason. Half of the pictures aren’t even of finished art. They are of art in progress . . . right before I abandoned the project and used the canvas as a room divider to keep the dogs out of the bedroom. But this is as good as it gets, so here goes . . .
Let me start with a drawing I had done when I was 14 . . . I unearthed an old snapshot that I had taken with a 110 camera. To all you young people out there, 110 cameras were contemporaries of disco, hair picks in the back pocket, and plastic record players. . .
. . . In fact, notice the record player behind it . . . along with a stack of National Geographics above. Hmmm . . . I wonder where I got the idea to do a tiger . . .
I did this next pen and ink when I was couldn’t sleep one night due to a 103 fever. Apparently, I’m too stupid to rest. (At least it beats making cinnamon rolls and pretzels from scratch, something I have done many times while ill.)
This next oil painting was never finished. It became a room divider.
It was supposed to be of a beach in Mexico, but since I had never been to Mexico, I lost interest when I got to the beach part.
Here is another unfinished oil painting .
I did, however, dig up a few snapshots of finished work.
This next one I gave to my Dad.
This one found a good home somewhere . . .
And one lonely watercolor that I gave to my aunt as a ‘It’s great to see you again after 2 decades’ gift.
As you can tell, I’d never done a watercolor before . . . I went a little wild with the tissues.
And one last photograph . . .
As you’ll notice, I didn’t want to bother with frames. At best, I’m an easily distracted artist. I wonder if there is AADD – Artist Attention Deficit Disorder. . . And I never work from pictures. Well, never is an absolute. Let’s just say that I hardly ever use a picture to draw from. . . and when I do, I never look at it. I usually discover it stuck to my elbow after the artwork is finished.
Lazy. . . Just sheer laziness . . .
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