How The Heck Do I Do It? Part Deux
I think I finally figured out this blog thing. I was looking over some old articles and I came to the one where I said this would continue and I never did. My fault. Mae Culpa to you!
For those that tuned in before or are just reading this, I had an article about how I draw caricatures and how I began. In a few words I will sum up the vast majority of the article: I was born, Mom gave me a crayon, I connected the dots, I then drew big heads little bodies, something must be wrong with this kid?, he hates fireworks, something is definitely wrong with this boy!, test his hearing, he seems okay, get him into kindergarten, no more big-headed/small-bodied people, continue on for 4 years.
Wow that was quick! Now I have to mention that during all the years that I was in school, I still loved to draw and create art projects. I had kids copy ME as to how I would draw things. In second grade I even told the teacher that the project she had doesn’t make much sense. In third grade I learned the “proper way” to drawing a face. Then, like in the movie 2001, the pencil I had in my hand turned into a rocket ship, or as I like to explain to people 4th grade happened.
Now this is way back in 1983. I was a skinny kid with big glasses and artistic ability to boot. I was not athletic in any way, I could barely handle multiplication and addition problems, and I was not a “ladies man” as you probably can attest to my skinny frame, big hair and bigger glasses. In short: I was geeky!
Now I think this happened in either early September or late September. It could have happened sometime in April, I really can’t remember for sure except that there was no snow on the ground and it happened in the afternoon. See back then if everything was taught for the day and you still had an hour in school, Mrs. Lorrigan, my teacher would turn on the black and white tv and have the students watch PBS. I guess that early in the afternoon nothing else was on and PBS was a sure bet to have something educational on at that time.
As we were drinking our milk, we watched a show. Now I don’t remember the name of the show. I have been trying to figure it out. It had a guy in a flannel shirt wearing overalls and a mustache. At one time I thought he was the original Lennox man. Anyway this guy would talk about a theme. We watched the show from time to time and while another guy red a story that was part of the theme (NO not Reading Rainbow, stick to the program!), an artist would draw the scene in pastels. Then magically the scene would move and it was pretty cool, except that it was on a black and white tv. yet I remember colors….hmmmmm….
Anyway, after snippets of the story (they never finished a whole story - that was the point, get you hooked and then try to find that book), the mustached man would come back to the show and talk about stuff. I really never paid attention to what he said as it usually was boring. But one day, as I was drinking the last remnants of my chocolate milk, mustached Lennox-imposter man talked about the presidents and how each had certain features that were recognizable. He showed cartoons of George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, John F. Kennedy, FDR and Gerald Ford (I guess it was an earlier show). Anyway he explained what those funny looking pictures were called: caricatures. My head almost exploded!
To be continued…....
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