I could always draw….even as a kid. Never really gave it much thought. I painted birds with oil paints on the walls of the basement in the house I grew up in- copying out of the Roger Tory Peterson’s Guide to North American Birds. Later my parents had the basement paneled with mahogany plywood….those bird paintings may still be covered up there-more than 60 years ago. I also used to draw characters from Mad Magazine into my friend’s high school yearbooks- I loved Mort Drucker and Don Martin’s crazy characters in Mad.
When the end of high school suggested some career choice thinking….an education in art just wasn’t on the list and the default option was engineering. Well….my first semester in engineering didn’t mix well with my passion for 5-string banjo playing (currently have 8 banjos) with my friends- but before I had to leave college I walked through the architecture school and knew instantly what I wanted to do.
In 1967, with my drafting skills learned from high school, I got a job in an architectural firm in downtown Chicago that had a history going back to the re-design of Chicago by Daniel Burnham after the great fire. I was in it right up to my eyeballs. In 1968 I went to architecture school in Montana. I had a delineation class in my fourth year, and that simple class in drawing and illustration was what got me jobs in architecture firms, and later, architectural commissions when I was self- employed. That is the short history.
Architecture used to be fun. Creative process mixed with problem solving and technical knowledge. I always liked to figure out how things worked, taking stuff apart and putting it back together….just another interest that formed my career. But now, in my humble opinion, architecture has become a chore in trying to satisfy a regulatory environment that actually fails to advance our culture and our built environment. The computer took over drawing and devalued the effort. What seemed like instantaneous service cheapened it, and made it available to changes at random and by anyone. Time to leave the stage. Back to my abandoned natural skill…..time to draw the things I see….time to develop what I failed to advance years ago.
Take a look at my latest artwork, you just might find something that you can’t live without.
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