Life Without Taffy

The above picture of Nike Air Flights was drawn in my first high school art class. The very first period of 9th grade Drawing 1 we had to draw our shoe. And there it is. Compare and contrast with the picture below I drew today of my shoe.

I primarily work in pen and ink now so that’s what I used for it. I wouldn’t say the new one is better than the old one, just different. How I draw has changed a lot with in the 16 years between the two pictures.

I did the same thing with self-portraits last April. Check it out here.

I’m stupid busy with unpacking after moving this week, but I did want to participate in Illustration Friday. Luckily, I found an appropriate picture in my archives for the topic. This picture was drawn ten years ago, and my style hasn’t changed all that much. If I find some time I’ll draw a new one.

See some previous Illustration Fridays by me here.

I recently unearthed the above self-portrait. Judging on the shirt, this must’ve been about 8th grade or so, when Hypercolor shirts were big in 1990-91. Compare and contrast with my favorite recent self-portrait below which was done last year. Two things are clear. 1) I have not aged well at all. 2) I still have horrible taste in fashion.

Another ancient picture I’ve unearthed. I must’ve drawn this one in 1981 or so, when the world was in the throes of the Pac-Man fever pandemic that we, as Americans, still haven’t quite recovered from.

So I’ve been trying for a while to digitize everything I’ve ever drawn should some catastrophe wipe all the boxes of papers and crap I got stashed in my closet. This is a fantastic example of the shit I was into drawing in middle school. I did this for my Spanish class in, I want to say, sixth grade. That would make it 1988 or so. I still draw more or less the same kind of monsters and junk, but my anatomy is a little better. Spanish, I have mostly forgotton. Oh, well.