Basically, when I was helping my mom empty those long-forgotten boxes in the dark recesses of her closet, we found a mother load (pun intended) of Mother's Day cards, terrifying/hilarious kid art, glitter encrusted construction paper Valentine's and school projects. Here are some of the highlights. [Tangent: I didn't even include the short stories and memoirs of my brother, Mikey. He claimed in his "how I'm gonna spend my summer vacation" that he would be going to Maui and finally getting the hot tub that his folks had been working on. None of these things occurred and we never had a hot tub. My brother has clearly always been a top notch bullshitter! Lest we forget this WWII assignment festooned with glittery schwastikas.] This same brother is responsible for this vaguely racist artwork of a gent in jorts and a Fat Boys shirt. Oh, the 80's were a heady time.
My art was a little more abstract...and nightmare inducing. [Tangent: I like to think they are drawing influence from Munch's The Scream...but I probably just wanted to cram as many humans as possible on paper in 5 minutes...facial features and likenesses fell by the wayside.]
|does she not look like she has hooves?|
Clearly, my dad wasn't safe from my artistic depictions. He came off looking a bit like a satanic Gargamel.
I also had a very odd sense of reality. This is a collage I did of my family members by cutting out pictures from magazine (or maybe JC Penny catalogs) to depict each person in my household.
|yep...that's me astride the unicorn in corduroy overalls...living the dream!|
|"A Teddy Bear went into the supermarket and that was a mistake."|
|"Daisy Duck said, 'Do you want a ride?' Donald said, 'Yes, I love rides!"|