...a self-portrait, this one from 1976. Pencil on an 11x8.5" sketchbook page that had been removed from the book, trimmed a bit and framed as a gift. Mirror image, by the way so, drawn from life, age 24.
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Wednesday, November 21, 2018
Another of the rarities...
...a self-portrait, this one from 1976. Pencil on an 11x8.5" sketchbook page that had been removed from the book, trimmed a bit and framed as a gift. Mirror image, by the way so, drawn from life, age 24.
Saturday, November 4, 2017
Rarity from '83
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Not too many of these ever existed, self-portraits by me. I been going through some old sketchbooks lately. Drawing pencils on 11x8.5" sketchpad, two days before I turned 31.
In Goobertown. If you're not from around here, you read it right. If you are from here, I lived in that little white house just before you hit the curve going toward J'boro, catty-cornered across the hiway from the namesake store and gas. And sign. The damn sign's not even left now.
Anyhow, here's a few more sketches I did while living there.
Left, a conte crayon drawing of the boots I was wearing to work at Riceland in J'boro. The last shift they served me, it was with duct tape holding the sole on one of 'em.
Right, out the kitchen window.
And lastly, yes we had dragons out there. It ain't called Goobertown because of peanuts, y'know.
Not too many of these ever existed, self-portraits by me. I been going through some old sketchbooks lately. Drawing pencils on 11x8.5" sketchpad, two days before I turned 31.
In Goobertown. If you're not from around here, you read it right. If you are from here, I lived in that little white house just before you hit the curve going toward J'boro, catty-cornered across the hiway from the namesake store and gas. And sign. The damn sign's not even left now.
Anyhow, here's a few more sketches I did while living there.
Left, a conte crayon drawing of the boots I was wearing to work at Riceland in J'boro. The last shift they served me, it was with duct tape holding the sole on one of 'em.
Right, out the kitchen window.
And lastly, yes we had dragons out there. It ain't called Goobertown because of peanuts, y'know.
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