Some of my old artwork

Dear Readers,

Here's a bunch of drawings and paintings I've done. Some of them are from my high school art classes, and some of them I just did on my own for fun. These are all at least 8 years old. I don't paint or draw much anymore, but I think I'd like to get back into it.

This is a painting of my closet in my bedroom when I was younger. My closet had boxes of canned wheat, an acoustic guitar that I tried to learn for about a month, a bright red tie, a white church shirt, a big green coat that I think was corduroy, and, well, you can see some of the other things I had in there.

Oh, I was deeply intellectual when I was a teenager. I was fiercely serious. My art was so important. Sometimes I wish I had the same creative drive now that I had back when I drew this picture. I remember precisely the moment when a part of the creative drive left me... it was one of the big failures and/or disapointments of my life. It was the summer after I graduated from high school, and I tried to put together a play with some of my friends and associates. The play was called Jack and Arnold, you can read it here, and it was about a man and his talking goat friend. The man and the goat had adventures. They got into mischief.

Well, anyway, I tried to be the producer, the director, the star, the stage designer and stage manager... I really believed in the play... I had a few people on board... we were going to put it on in the park one day... we had a few rehearsals... but none of us had money, and none of us had cars, unless we borrowed them from our parents, and there were a lot of conflicting schedules, and actually the play was really bad, (but I think teenagers would like it, maybe...) and some of the cast members had summer jobs and there were conflicting schedules... and anyway... let's just say that the project died in preproduction. And when Jack and Arnold died, a little bit of me died with it.

Oh my gosh, I'm being so dramatic, almost as dramatic as the above purple and orange chalk drawing.

A still life from high school art class. That was a real cow skull we drew. I think schools nowadays need more cow skulls.

Oh what wonders scissors, multi-colored construction paper, and a glue stick can produce!

I don't really get this one.

I think the term for this style of painting is monochromatic. I started with orange paint, and then mixed it with only either black or white paint.

This is trying to be tessellation. I don't know if it really is. For really good tessellation artwork, see M. C. Escher's stuff.

This is a picture of Telemoonfa crushing evil businessmen. (I had a very dumb attitude about businessmen and Wal-Mart and stuff like that when I was a teenager. Thank goodness now I've seen the light of capitalism, conservatism, and the entrepreneurial spirit.) You see, once upon a time Telemoonfa was not only my online codename, but a character in silly comic books I drew called "Particle X Warrior." Telemoonfa was a big green blob, and he was some kind of deity or supernatural creature. All Telemoonfa ever says is "Bloopdiewhoop!" and he has those little guys with the red heads that worship him all the time.

It's a sexy glowing newt or something.

This is done with construction paper, cut and pasted.

Chalk, pen. I remember spraying hair spray over the chalk drawings so the chalk wouldn't smear. Spraying the hair spray was fun.

These people are so happy.

Sincerely,

Telemoonfa