Charcoal Cat And Dog

In 1982, I was really cooking with the art thing.  This is from the only drawing class I have ever had, and I did not learn much from it.  I drew so much better than when I got older, not to mention 25 years of no artwork to speak of.  I have been going through this site and taking down most of my early stuff I drew when I thought I could do furry art.  I lost 50 drawings today, and my goal is about 400 more, at least.

As can be seen, what I did not have in technique I more than had in layout and immediacy.  

Giving up my vague idea of being a comic artist, as delusional as that may have been, was a dream deferred.

Harlem

By Langston Hughes

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     What happens to a dream deferred?

      Does it dry up

      like a raisin in the sun?

      Or fester like a sore—

      And then run?

      Does it stink like rotten meat?

      Or crust and sugar over—

      like a syrupy sweet?

      Maybe it just sags

      like a heavy load.

      Or does it explode?

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