I've been re-examining something in my past that I've never given much thought to before.
What prompted this latest round of hindsight was my recent posting in the art thread in the 'That's Life' section of some pen and ink drawings I did in my late teens/early twenties.
The textural effects in this series of drawings were achieved with an airbrush.
But before I ever had a real airbrush, I was producing the same effects in my drawings with the 'poor man's' version--spray krylon.
I first began doing this at the age of fifteen, and did so through the age of seventeen.
I always performed this procedure out in the garage, always with the garage door closed, and with zero ventilation (I was always so eager to complete these drawings that I never gave such matters any real consideration).
Which meant I had to be catching the full brunt of the fumes (no better, really, than paint sniffing. Though I never felt hooked on the fumes).
What's significant about it is that this was the exact same time period in my life during which the full time dp/dr manifested.
So I'm left wondering: could this have been the ultimate cause of it? (All the other myriad theories I've had through the years be damned?)
In my efforts at creativity, did I inadvertently sabotage any possibility of ever being a full-time artist? (Or a full-time anything, for that matter?)
Does this sound far-fetched?
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What prompted this latest round of hindsight was my recent posting in the art thread in the 'That's Life' section of some pen and ink drawings I did in my late teens/early twenties.
The textural effects in this series of drawings were achieved with an airbrush.
But before I ever had a real airbrush, I was producing the same effects in my drawings with the 'poor man's' version--spray krylon.
I first began doing this at the age of fifteen, and did so through the age of seventeen.
I always performed this procedure out in the garage, always with the garage door closed, and with zero ventilation (I was always so eager to complete these drawings that I never gave such matters any real consideration).
Which meant I had to be catching the full brunt of the fumes (no better, really, than paint sniffing. Though I never felt hooked on the fumes).
What's significant about it is that this was the exact same time period in my life during which the full time dp/dr manifested.
So I'm left wondering: could this have been the ultimate cause of it? (All the other myriad theories I've had through the years be damned?)
In my efforts at creativity, did I inadvertently sabotage any possibility of ever being a full-time artist? (Or a full-time anything, for that matter?)
Does this sound far-fetched?
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