I found this charcoal pencil drawing today. I drew it when I was about 17 years old. Living in two different worlds, we were never meant to be. I from Long Island, New York, she from the island of Tahiti, forever trapped in a photograph and bound between the covers of the June 1979 National Geographic.
I had decided to make art my life back then and vowed to draw ten hours a day. I never did and put down the pencil only after about 10 months. Now I guess you could say I have made my life art instead.
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