01 December 1988

Xmas Party 1988


For many years, prior to my illustration career, my main outlet for creativity was the annual xmas party invitation. We had started hosting parties in 1984, and guessing from clues in this invitation, I'm guessing this one was from 1987 or 1988. I had thought most of these were lost to the ages, until I unearthed a cache of them in my Father's keepsake drawer when he passed away in 2014. This one was printed on red and green astrobrite paper, glued together with a gatefold. Above is the outside of the invite, and below is the center spread.

12 October 1988

My Life in Pictures Part Twenty Two: Back to the Drawing Board


Thanks to the life drawing course that I took in '87 and '88, I returned to drawing in my spare time for recreation, and actually went so far as to set up a small studio in a large closet of our house where I could set out works in progress and my art supplies. Some of these drawings are from the class that I audited (I may have taken two classes, or perhaps it was just two semesters, I don't quite remember), and some of them are drawings I made at home of my wife.


I remember the instructor for this particular class being big on 'patterns and decoration', to help enliven the figure studies, so both of these are heavy on the decorative elements. Frankly, I found that sort of thing dull and tedious, and I preferred to lavish more attention on the figure.

15 September 1988

My Life in Pictures Part Twenty One: A Push in the Right Direction


The daily grind at the print shop was beginning to wear me down. Around the late eighties I was ready for a change, any kind of change. I flirted with the idea of buying my own typesetting design firm in Maine, and got as far as visiting the shop and meeting with the owners and making an offer on the business (which they countered, and we got cold feet and dropped out - thankfully).

I thought that an evening class might be a way to break the monotony, so I enrolled in a life drawing class at a local community college. This was the one class in college that I really and truly enjoyed. This would be in the years '87 and '88 if memory serves. I hadn't drawn in a serious way for nearly 6 years, and it quickly became clear that I was hungry for it. I got some very nice work out these classes, and actually sold a few to the school for their permanent display after the class was over. This started a germ of an idea in my head that eventually turned into my freelance business in the spring of '89.

I wasn't sure how I was going to make a living at 'drawing', but I was determined to give it a go. I didn't know if it would be fine art, gallery shows, cartooning, or illustration, and for the first year or so I actually tried all of them. I was fortunate in several respects. Timing for one thing. The fax machine had just begun to be a 'must have' item in most shops, and allowed me to expand beyond the Grand Rapids area and work for national clients while staying here (earlier in the 80s and I would have probably had to have moved to either New York or Chicago to make a serious go at it). My wife continued to work her full time position (at the same company I was previously working) which allowed us to keep a steady income while I built my business. We also started our family in '89, with our son Keenan, and the fact that I was home in those early years, and not overly busy, allowed me to act as child care and saved us from expenses of that sort.

When I informed my employer that I was planning on leaving, and what I was planning on doing (what little I knew of it anyway), they countered with a tempting offer. They offered me a partership in a new Ad Agency business that they were planning on starting. I wasn't seriously tempted to tell the truth, it just sounded like more of the same that I desperately wanted to get away from, but it was a money proposition that I couldn't just push away without some thought, especially considering how we were planning on starting a family soon. I've never regretted my decision. From time to time in the intervening years, drawing has come and gone as a passion with me (sometimes it needs a little prodding), but I've never considered running away from it again, like I did in the eighties.

This blog, in a way, is my way of fighting that urge to 'push it all aside' and marginalize my talents. For years I've socked away my work in drawers, pretended it wasn't there. It has been fun these past few months in revisiting my roots and taking a good long critical look at my work's journey.