Various Pencil on Paper: Peter Lion, Fall of 1998

I drew this when I was 15, in the fall of 1998, when I clearly had very intense feelings for this man. That said, regardless of how I feel about Peter today I always find this to be a very remarkable, passionate drawing, passionate which came from very genuine feelings. As well, I think this drawing reflects a great deal of talent for someone of my age, without any artistic background or training [my ability however seems to have plateaued since then, along with other things such as my height, hormones, looks, and aging process, LOL]. Obviously being a crazy, hormonal teenager, I was painfully, dramatically, dogmatically passionate about everything I did, and when this didn't evolve into destructive behavior, it was channeled very beautifully into true works of genius as you see here. ;) This was ironically drawn mostly one night the local Boys And Girls club I was allegedly serving volunteer work at, shading away sensively through the early darkness of fall under the chrome-colored glow of their indoor lights. The memory has been merged with the entire memory of the fall of 1998: the fall leaves I photographed, the animal print skirt I attained and worshiped in my obsession with animal print [notice Peter's shirt], watching The Graduate for the first time, the exotic, synthetic smell of Calgon Hawaiian Ginger spray, creamy Eggnog Lattes from Starbucks, the black and white photography class I took and the intese drama that insued there... The monochromatic pencil always seemed to reflect a connection to the black and white photography I was creating in tandem. Although very underdeveloped in my technique, there was so much desire for art then in my life.

Notice, "Sleepy Jean The Wonder Girl". So 15.