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SKETCHBOOK #5, page 7
this and the last one were done during a rest-time at camp... most of the kids in my cabin were out playing, but there were 3 or 4 sticking around inside. the air conditioner was on full-blast and it felt really nice. i wanted to take a nap, but the kids in the cabin were making just enough noise to keep me awake, so i drew these weird pictures.
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SKETCHBOOK #5, page 1
Ah, the summer of '98. I worked at Camp Beckwith as a counselor that summer. We were "in cabin" (with campers) most of the summer, meaning you are pretty much working 24 hours a day, but we got (i think) two weeks "out of cabin," too. During those weeks, the 3 or 4 of us who were off slept in the staff cottage, which means we really didn't sleep much. After the campers bunked down, we'd have the run of the camp, along with the work and kitchen crews. It was good times.
This is a drawing I did in one of the staff cottage rooms - #3, the taj mahal. I drew this during a rest period, and I recall that my shorts were still damp from having just gone swimming. Those air conditioner units were powerul, too.
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SKETCHBOOK #4, page 59
this is based partly on a weird dream i think i had and partly on remembered pictures from "city of lost children" which i had discovered at blockbuster the night before. i'm aware that it has the stench of angsty high-school poetry - which is something that even in high school, I tried to rebel against- so for what it's worth, a disclaimer: this wasn't intended to be symbolic or metaphorical of anything... it was just an attempt at writing with evocative imagery. seriously.