In 1984, my model Greg and I created this drawing in coloured pencil. It commemorates those nights drawing by flashlight. It is entitled : Too Young For Anatomy - 16" x 20" - Coloured pencil - 1984
Overall, my parents didn’t say much about the obsession I had with drawing the human figure, since I had already voiced my determination to become a portrait painter. That being said, my mother was still of two minds. In the end though, she capitulated; buying me an "artist's mannequin" - a “male” (neutered) mannequin - one with no defined appendage. . . And in the mind of a child, that naturally focuses all the attention on those “missing parts”. But then again. . . a female mannequin was out of the question. . . It had breasts.
The mannequin was OK for a while. It was useful for setting up poses which I could not do with the static book images. But, it looked like a "naked doll" and I was laughed at when I walked around with it. I soon returned to the “real thing” within the pages of the encyclopedia and National Geographic magazines.
At least at night, after everyone was asleep, there was no one there to laugh at my "obsession".
I am a painter and writer who's whole life has been influenced by one precept : "thinking each our own thoughts makes us relevant and relevance makes us powerful."