Well, I’m back! Back to what I should have been doing all along. My first memory is a simple one, drawing an image of a Hanna-Barbera cartoon character. I was 4. Unfortunately my Huckleberry Hound graced the freshly plastered white and orange wallpaper of my mother’s kitchen. It was the 70′s, everyone had hideous wallpaper, shag carpeting and land-yacht on four wheels.
My next memory happens two years later. I’m not sure how mom reacted to my first attempt at art but I’m sure some 70′s discipline was applied to end my hieroglyphic desires. It didn’t work. Because my next memory is being punished for the Yogi Bear likeness drawn on the bathroom wall. Compared to the lime green wallpaper in our guest water closet my roughly scribed Yogi was an improvement. My point? I really needed paper as a child. And since I’ve been drawing cartoons all my life, why stop now?
I’ve worked in corporate America and in countless odd jobs yet nothing has brought me the joy I feel the moment I apply color to a white space. So that’s what I’m doing now, filling in the empty, bland whiteness. And as is the custom of the 21st century I’ll share all I do all over the inter-webs. Please follow along, let me know what you think, and hopefully you might like the colors I create.
Heck now I get paid to draw on the walls. Guess it was just a matter of time.