I was going through a closet at my parents’ house, in the back room that was mostly my dad’s domain. I was very curious what he had squirreled away over the years, and I found plenty of junkque to be sure, but I was very surprised to find hidden away at the bottom of the closet a bunch of drawings I made my first year in college (that would be during the Jurassic period for any geologists reading this). Thank you, Dad.
Woaw. It’s like going back in time and meeting yourself. I found stuff I didn’t remember ever making, as for instance this collage above. And the collages (there were three of them) were especially intriguing because I thought that my interest in making pictures by cutting up and gluing bits of paper was of fairly recent vintage, but I see that I was doing the Matisse thing for about as long as I’ve been an artist and long before my love affair with Henri.