There is a saying that children are like wet cement, whatever they run into leaves an impression.
My first artistic memory dates from when I was four years old. I was riding in a car through Baltimore on a November night in the 1960s. From the highway there was a clear view of a drive-in theater. On the screen, four stories high, was a Mickey Mouse cartoon. That giant, powerful, graphic rodent still haunts me. Here was a two dimensional being made of light, but as real as the three dimensional brick and morter city around it.
Art and graphics, especially in popular culture, were a huge influence. My Mother has always been a voracious reader, and in the 50s and 60s she was a fan of science fiction. That was the age of the 25 cent paperback book. There was a treasure trove of colorful tales lying about the house, each with a bold illustrated cover.
I was also born on the cusp of when small children in America stopped playing “Cowboys,” and began to playing “Spaceman.” Black and white TV was still rerunning with the Cisco Kid and Roy Rogers; while the nightly news featured the real life exploits of America’s Mercury and Gemini Astronauts.
Traces of these themes show up now and then in my fine art. Everything shows up in my graphic novel.
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