|The early 1960's-I'm the one in the middle|
My first, last and only juried show was an unqualified disaster. Mom was on the phone (one with a rotary dial and a cord of all things). She had moved a little dresser away from the wall to clean. While mom chatted on the phone, I with my marker commenced a study of compressed oval faces drawn on that cardboardy stuff on the back of dressers.
I spent the rest of that day in my room. One must think carefully about "installations", I guess
To this day, I have no compunction about cartooning on napkins, memos, in the sand, or on to-go dinner containers.
A possible encore: My friend Gary is encouraging me to try drawing on the pottery I make. Sounds like fun!