I remember I was about five and was watching my older brother draw an old fashioned sailing ship from a model he had built. He did a darn good job of it, and made it look easy, so I wanted to give it a try, too. I sat down and worked on drawing that model, and although my attempt was nowhere near as good as his, I was hooked. Since that day, I've loved drawing. I drew on anything I could. Paper. Walls. Floors. But I never drew on a ceiling--that would be wrong. I used up reams of notebook paper in school, and never on a note in class. I drew. When other kids were out experiencing the sex, drugs and rock and roll of the 70's, I was alone in my bedroom...drawing. The drawing at the top of the page was done when I was eighteen. I copied an old photograph showing the room where Abraham Lincoln died. What a teen party animal I was...
I always make a sketch prior to beginning a painting, but I don't really draw as much as I did then, nor should now, for that matter. But sometimes, I just like to whip out the old charcoal and go to town. Here's one of Charlie Saunders, the Captain of the lobster boat I worked on.
Charlie wasn't doing needlepoint, he was doing something to the riding sail he used on the boat. I like texture in my drawings, to see if I can portray how something feels, like this old house:
I treated each clapboard as a portrait, much like this depiction of a raft of old wooden lobster traps that had been left to rot on a rock ledge on the Maine coast.
And speaking of portraits of rotting things, here's me:
The only reason I did this was because I was having a good hair moment, and I wanted to immortalize it!
1 comment:
Lol I'm sorry Kevin, you just crack me up! I think you made up for not being a party animal back then, you know, being in the chicken coop and all...
Very nice drawings. Its funny to look back and see what got us started in our obsession.
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