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More drawings from art school days or shortly after, 1967-9. The image to the left, is sort of a literary drawing, caption hand-written, attempt at humor & narration. The text reads:
"My biggest problem in life is getting this damned cicarette (sic) rolled before a wind comes up. Oh i've improved yeh, in twenty years you're bound to. but I know guys who, with one hand, in a storm, can roll beautiful little thin joints that ya hate to light."
Below are studies, often done from my taxi as I waited in front of a hotel or in line at the airport or other cab station. I was more interested in drawing than hustling fares. My financial situation was such, I was living so simply, that once i'd brought in $20 beyond what I had to pay the company i'd come in, gas up, go home.
I was trying to learn accurate description and develop a style. The guy at the bottom with oversized & mis-aligned ear and strange jugular (I knew it was there somewhere) indicate how far short I was falling. Still, they have a certain charm. My journals at the time are filled with dramatic approximations of philosophy. They developed however into stream of consciousness writings that not infrequently waxed poetic, esp. when I began, in 1969, to do a page-a-day of writing and a drawiing-a-day, just before bed.
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