Art is definitely the least of my talents, but I've always enjoyed it. In my teens I painted many oil paintings (most of which are now lost).
Eventually I decided that oil painting was too messy and time-consuming. In my late teens and early 20's I switched mediums and started dabbling in pen and ink - which I found to be easier and more personally satisfying.
Soon I abandoned art completely in order to pursue music, writing, and unbridled debauchery.
A few days ago I was rummaging through the piles of things rotting away in the damp garage. While looking through a trunk, I was shocked to find a little box which contained the old pens and bottles of ink that I used for my drawings. I hadn't seen it in nearly thirty years.
Was this unexpected discovery a sign for me to resurrect my long-neglected artistic endeavors?
It's a thought....
....but with all the endless problems I have to deal with here in the wonderful wilderness, I doubt if I'll ever have any time for art. Or music. Or anything else.
Life is a Bitch.
Anyway, here's a small sample of my pen and ink endeavors.
I did this illustration (above) for one of my long-ago magazine articles in Good Old Days.
(above and below)
Russian composer
Modest Mussorgsky (1839-1881)
I did this on nylon paper, which discolored over the years
A woodcut I did of the Titanic
Cabin in the woods
(no, it's not my cabin...)
An antique piano
