today i unearthed a piece of my past that i thought had been lost. when i was a teenager i made a series of t-shirts that i guess today would be called some form of a visual journal. i made this one in 1988, when i was 17. this shirt is my favorite of the bunch - not because of the drawings themselves, but because it is a snapshot of the curiosity i had at this age. i remember being hungry for culture and the outside world; i wanted to escape my little hoosier town to learn, explore, and travel. this shirt was clearly a fusion of things i saw in books, magazines, language, art, things people said, and my emotions at the time. it was my way of processing and trying to understand what was going on around me.
here is the front of the shirt. i made it with a combination of sharpies (which yellowed over time) and laundry pens (which did not).
this must have been taken from a klimt painting; i don't know which one.
how nice it would be to send a letter today for 25 cents.
i still love ice cream.
fascinated by something egyptian.
somehow i knew that one day i would become one.
believe it or not i remember the reason for this silly doodle. i switched high schools twice, and one required me to take an extra semester of physical education to make up the credit. i had no choice but to enroll in advanced PE with the football team. the teacher didn't know what to do with us so he made us play euchre and sent us to a bowling alley every day for four months. by the end i was so sick of bowling i didn't ever want to touch another bowling ball. i had also reached my limit of ralph waldo emerson and his transcendentalism.
obviously VERY fed up with emerson.
this one was from the heart. i just wanted people to leave me alone.
full of questions and m&ms.
i think this is the guy from echo & the bunnymen. and the cookie cutter comment? apparently suburban sprawl bothered me even back then.
who knows? ;)
crayons still make me happy.
1988? makes me feel like a relic.
nothing but a TP tube for cover.
a little caged bird, wanting to fly.
and the back of the shirt.
now, back to reality. something really IS lost; artsygirl's glasses have mysteriously vanished. the first of many times, i'm sure!