My sister, Gina, was primarily responsible for my earliest attempts at drawing. I recall an afternoon in a home we shared with every relative in the world on Emmons Avenue in Sheepshead Bay, NY, and at the time and my sister, who is four years older than I, was at the large dining room table sketching something or other. I thought I'd join in. I picked up a crayon and began to draw a lady in a dress. Unfortunately I drew the bra of the dress as two big Us, so it appeared as if the poor dear's tits were hanging out of her dress.

My sister laughed hysterically. (Love ya, kiddo!) I just didn't get what was so funny. Hey, I was only six! Her laughter made me so mad, I remember...

(No, I won't say it! She might read this page and we wouldn't want to make waves!)

In any case, I continued my efforts throughout school and beyond with no formal training. I wasn't as creative as I was technically capable. I could draw what I saw, but I lacked bravado to use my imagination's eye. That matured as I did.

I was a whole lot younger when I drew this.

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