THE POWER OF LINE
How well do you remember your first drawings? Not the stick figure drawings of Mom and Dad, but the drawings you made surreptitiously in the back of your school notebook or on the pages of a lovely new sketchbook your artistic aunt bought you? I recall having an early fascination with the animation of inanimate objects. I drew smiling apples and grapes, angry forks and spoons, sleepy sofas and hungry mailboxes. Then, in third grade, I started making drawings for my classmates on their birthdays—Snoopy and Woodstock, mostly, or Tweety Bird. That practice led to actual commissions, mostly for the brown-bag covers we wrapped around our textbooks. “Will you draw a unicorn on this for 50 cents?” a friend would ask. Up until then, I’d only considered sketching as something…