Last night I flipped through sketchbooks that I have going back 24 years to my college days. Sad to say that I only have 7 complete sketchbooks for all of those years - testament to how I really dropped out of art for a significant period of time, with only occasional drawings between 1993 and 2007 (albeit I was doing stained glass through much of that time - something I'd love to get back to one day).
I had expected to come face-to-face with an artist who was very different than the one who is sitting here typing this. In many ways - socially, politically, spiritually, etc. - I am very different. However, I came across about 10 pages of writing from 1989 where I outlined my approach and artistic philosophy that was pretty much identical to what I do now - beginning with doodles and responding to them, the desire for balance, the need to work representationally... things like that. I remember doing most of the drawings and why, but a lot of it was pretty bad and would never go anywhere. Overall, they were very dark and angry, advertising the lowest point in my life that those directionless years embodied.
|This is one of those experimental drawings that I did in 1989 when I first started exploring my|
doodle method of drawing. It would be one of the last times I felt good about what I was doing
creatively (in drawing/painting) for the the next 18 years
|Page one of the sketchbook I started keeping in 2007 where I was determined|
to draw "for fun" - I used the same doodle method I'd forgotten about
I guess I've picked up where I left off and it's exciting.