I thought it would be appropriate to start with my humble beginnings at art school. As you can see, I've taken the liberty to scan some pages from my college notebook. Around September I'd be the studious good boy, fresh from the summer with a real interest in taking pretty notes. This first page is mainly information with some drawing actually worked into the design.
Actually looks kinda pretty. The semester would progress and I'd get a bit more comfortable (read:lazy) in non-studio courses and the doodles would start taking more liberty on the page. But I was still invested in recording information that my teachers were spouting at me.
... Then, mid semester comes along and the note-taking begins to take a backseat to my very important doodles.
Even occasionally throwing in a flamingo next to a guy reading the newspaper while suckling on an elderly woman's breast. I actually did pretty well in class. Something about paying attention while my hand did something else. Someone once told me that whatever I drew was my subconscious. This kinda scares me.
Eventually it got to the point that there were barely notes. If you look closely, I actually wrote "read up to.." with no page number. Thats some focus.
Thanks for reading. Check back soon for much less important and current work.
