This morning, while searching through the garage for a piece of art to use in a presentation, I found this drawing. I drew this picture in high school.
When I was in high school, I wasn't into after school sports. Instead, I worked at a fast food joint. When I wasn't working, I drew pictures. Endlessly.
I love cats. They possess a grace unlike any other animal. They often show up in my art work. Our cat would jump up into the windowsill and stare out, curious, as though questioning the goings on in the world outside. I was especially intrigued by the details in his eyes and fur, and the way his whiskers streamed off into every direction. One day, while he sat in the window looking out, I sketched him.
I drew this picture with a very sharp, hard pencil, etching each stroke into the paper. The details are lost in this scan.
Wish I could draw like this, again. Back then, time wasn't an issue. I had the time and patience to sketch every detail. I like detail, I've never been much to painting or drawing impressionistically. Though, I admire those who do.