When I was in college, my friends and I did the strangest things for fun. We drank a lot, of course, but while we were drinking, we would write poetry to each other or paint or sing along to show tunes. These were guys too! I have a few paintings remaining from those many sessions. I’m not a very good painter, but I did used to have fun with it.

This is my standard “scene.” I’ve drawn, sewn, painted this I don’t know how many times.

One of my favorites. An artist friend of mine (someone with actual talent) even liked it.

An attempt at realism. Rather poor.

My favorite is “The Wall.” I painted this one night when, sitting alone in the dark, the white wall in front of me seemed to turn into an undulating dark blue creature. I almost captured the wall I saw in this painting. So what are the naked people doing there? I happened to be thinking about a guy I had a crush on when I saw the wall, so this seemed like the appropriate foreground.

I recently bought some watercolors and tried to paint again but I’ve lost that youthful attitude that allows you to continue on despite an obvious lack of success.