Scribbler on the loose

I was born 53 years ago in a barn,

well, it was actually a Hospital, but a barn would have been such a better story. I grew up about 10 miles from a small town dubbed as an art colony, due to all the landscape and barn painters. I began crayon scribbling,with coloring books being my first love. Paperplates and newspapers, and maybe a bedroom wall (I admit nothing!) As all things go however soon you tire of your vice and you start searching for something else. It arrived in the form of Bohall, an elderly Vet in a wheelchair who would visit my Grandparents. Using a red and black fine point marker he carried with him, he would turn a paperplate into a technical masterpiece, his subject Cars. "I had to get me some Markers!" They were easy to find, thanks to my Dads occupation as a Teacher. He had a red, black, and green one. No more coloring books for me, it was time too color outside the lines! My scribbling now let loose carried my imagination until College when I was introduced to an Art world of Commercial Art. Technical pens with a point so fine you could draw an eyelash on a grasshopper, Acrylic paints, 150 Markers in every color, 25 of those in Grey (or Gray, if you prefer). Missing however, were the paperplates, replaced instead by 16/20 Illustration Board, #99 Board, Matt Board, Presentation Board, Tracing paper, and Marker paper! "Aaaaahhhhh!" Marker paper, actual paper, designed to give my scribbles a sharper focused edge, no more blobs for me. I was in art supply heaven, and would have stayed there for the rest of my life had it not been for the Macintosh and Adobe Photoshop, but that's another story!