Tuesday, March 15, 2011
And humbled to see where I was and how far I've traveled.
It surprises me as well that I have little memory of doing these...not the thoughts behind them, why I chose to create a mouse or a cowboy, why I chose to use graphite and colored pencil, nothing.
I expected some flood of memories to come back, but there was none. I suspect the top one is from my years in art school—a long time ago. The bottom one is on notebook paper. High school or early days at college? Dunno. It definitely appears to be done by a younger me.
What I do recognize is a beginning. Tentative maybe, grasping certainly, but a beginning.