The great thing about being a blogger is that I can continually talk about myself. Blah blah blah Greg… blah blah blah more Greg. 🙂
A little while back I inflicted upon you all the story of teenage Greg. Here it is if you feel that you cannot get enough of me. (That’s a hint – run away from this post while you still can). LOL
Today is the story of me in my 20s. To be honest there is no where near as much art. My eyes were on a downward spiral – my left eye already blind (the Keratoconus). I was also working full time and studying part-time at night. So art took a back seat. Anyway, I still did the odd piece and it’s worth looking at these in seeing how I developed.
At the end of my teens and the beginning of my twenties I started collecting old National Geographics. Mostly this was because I worked on a road heavy with second-hand bookshops and I loved the photos and exotic locales. I was actually inspired to make several sketches from these. Only one remains – a man with a pipe and a pot on his head. Around the same time I decided to paint a portrait of one of my favourite Hollywood stars of the time – Clint Eastwood. It’s not that good, but I learnt a great deal. I followed this up with a study of my mother and then
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Cool that you kept all those artworks. (Though I suspect your teenagehood is not as far distant as mine.) The dance and Mikhail are exquisite, as is the Torn Hat.
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Thanks ? I’m 50, so my teenagehood is too far away for my own liking ? My mum has all my old paintings either hanging on her wall or stacked up in what was my bedroom. The years have gone too fast…
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I’m only just ahead of you – tail end of 51. My Mom kept stuff from kindergarten era – one of my first paintings was a sky!
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What would we do without mums? 🙂
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It’s fun reading your stories. Thank you. 🙂
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What a wonderful comment!!! ? I am very flippant and whimsical by nature and while this frequently gets me in trouble it does add something to my writing (at least that is what I tell everyone) ? Thankyou ?