After a break of several months, from the death of my domestic partner, John Callahan in February 2013, to my stroke in April 2013 and my protracted recuperation therefrom, I resumed drawing in my “Daily Derrier” sketchbook (a repurposed American Express Appointment Book from 2012). This drawing was executed with Prismacolor colored pencils over a double page spread photo of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington DC.
Drawn with a blue ball point pen.
These drawings seem to be of a slightly later vintage that yesterday’s posting, mid-80’s I’d say. I base that estimation on the evidence of somewhat improved drawing chops, the greater realism in the looseness and paunchiness of the flesh of the subjects (indicating that I’d actually had direct contact with said flesh, starting shortly after my 21st birthday in late ’81) and the subject matter on the front side of the photocopies which is, in these drawings, scripts from various animated TV series I was employed on during the mid 80’s.
I would judge these drawings to be done sometime in the late 70’s, when I was in my late teens, perhaps around the time I graduated from high school, certainly while I was still a virgin. I judge that partially from the skill level of the drawing (they look to have been done before I started taking life drawing in my first year of college, and these middle aged men have the bodies of 20 year olds, which would indicate that I hadn’t had sex yet) and from the text on the front side of these photocopies (on which I executed the drawings on the back side) This text (I won’t bore you with posting the fronts, so take my word for it) seem to be minutes from some medical meetings my father was involved with, which would put the artist (me) in the house of my growing-up. I’m posting them because they’re rare; I destroyed most of my erotic drawings done at my family home for fear of discovery.
I conjecture that I did this in the early ’00’s, after I got my first computer, and took my first Photoshop class.
