I love a good news story about an exciting historical artifact being found. So it made me very happy to read about the discovery of an original copy of Shakespeare's First Folio, the complete collection of his plays originally printed in 1623, that had been hidden away for 200 years in the archives of a library in northern France. Read the story here.
In the spirit of preserving ancient historical artifacts, today I went into the garage and dug out all my old forgotten drawings from the early 1980's to the early 1990's. A lot of the rubbish went into the recycle bin and I stuck the ones I liked into a scrap book. Some of the drawings are dirty or damp-damaged, having been stuffed into boxes for decades, but miraculously many have survived all of our house moves and multiple decluttering sessions.
There are several artists on my Dad's side of the family: My Grandma, my Dad, my cousin and some second cousins. When I was younger I used to love drawing and I did a lot of it ... but somehow life and work and other adventures took over as I grew up, and I guess I just got out of the habit. My pencils and sketch pads got buried in the back of a cupboard and my drawings were banished to storage. I'm thinking about starting art classes once my treatment is over - I don't know if I'll be any good any more, but it's worth a try, eh?
Here are a few of my favourite drawings from my teens and early twenties.