I have been going through things in order to prepare for a move soon. While packing I have found some not so interesting and a few interesting things that I have managed to hold onto for a while. The things that I still have in my possession at this time are usually from no longer ago than the very late 1970's. I do not seem to have many personal things from before then. I have moved too many times. Lost too many things. Misplaced too many things. Left too many things behind.
I was surprised when I found a piece of paper that has to be from a year or two before 1965. It is not a good drawing. I was sixteen/seventeen or even younger when I did it. It is apparent that I did not know what I was doing. I do know I wanted to be an artist. Or at least I wanted to live an artists lifestyle.
When I found it recently I had no idea that this piece of paper still existed let alone that it was in my possession. It was folded into a notebook from a much later period of time.
I am glad I found it at this time. My twelve year old son Rothko wants to be an artist. It is nice to see something I did in my teens. It will help me remember just how much work it takes to gain the abilities to do credible works of art.