Hitchhiker, Stowaway, Drunk – The Sketchbooks That Time Forgot – Part 1
March 31, 2013 § 31 Comments
Headstrong, emotional, and spirited are three words that could easily have described me in my youth. But they are probably just a kinder way of saying naive, intense, and unpredictable.
A far cry from my life now which is deliberately healthy and calm I was a bit of a wild child who loved nothing more than to travel and create mischief. I drank like a fish, smoked like a chimney, weaseled my way in and out of dangerous (sketchy?) situations, and it’s all documented in drawings and words in 18 years worth of sketchbooks.
I spent the weekend looking through these books and found so many hilarious and truly weird images. I’ve chosen to share a handful of drawings that I found interesting– of old friends drawn from life, loose sketches of my surroundings during my travels, and a few simple drawings that I just happen to like.
These sketchbooks chronicle my life from Ithaca, Kansas City, Portland, Brooklyn, traveling in California and all over the US, Europe, and a seedy town on the Thai-Burma border.
When I was young I hitchhiked across the United States. I lived in secret for a year in a decrepit mansion at the Kansas City Art Institute where I slept in a wooden box dubbed by friends as “the coffin”. I was once yelled at by Allen Ginsberg. (Is it embarrassing to be yelled at by a hero? Umm, yes. Yes it is.) It’s all in these books for better or for worse . . .
Thanks to Jack Baumgartner and Janine Shroff for the inspiration to make this post. Both of them have been posting past sketchbook work of theirs and it seemed like a fun and curious exercise. Curious perhaps, but choosing which drawings to share out of a small mountain of sketchbooks was so difficult!
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