I guess maybe it’s one of those innate characteristics that my genetics blessed upon me, but I have a weak spot for art of all kinds, especially illustration. Doesn’t matter if it’s my own or someone else’s, famous or a random doodle by a child, made by modern computer or by traditional graphite, I JUST LOVE ILLUSTRATION!
Soooo, given my recent “outing” of my true feelings for illustration, no one should be shocked to learn how excited I became when I found my Sophomore Uniontown Lake High School Sketchbook!! I thought it had been long lost!! Within it’s dusty pages, unknowingly hidden in my storage shed, I found the gems you see highlighted in this post. Dated 1992-1993, I was shocked when this trip down memory lane seemed like yesterday, yet was OVER TWENTY YEARS AGO! I remember laying on my hardwood bedroom floor, sketching as I often did for my weekly class assignment, occasionally looking up in floor-length wooden mirror, imagining the person staring back at me was my audience. Somehow, through my wandering imagination, I dreamed it was a fan, and that silly figment somehow empowered me to draw better.
I always aced my art classes. High School, college, and even abroad. Often, I wonder what could I have been if I finished my traditional liberal arts education at Kent State University began so many years long ago, and then I remind myself, that art is not taught in a book. It is learned through time, experience, love, and fantasy. That precious, life-long passion, fuels me through every moment of my life, and empowers me to be a creative soul, teaching my children the power of a healthy imagination.