I was rooting through some of my old drawings and came across this one. For those of you who were into comics back in the ’90s, specifically Image Comics, you might recognize PROPHET. Being dumb teenagers, me and my pal Mike were all over Image back in the day, constantly drawing our favorite characters. Looking at this, you can probably tell what comic pencillers I was a fan of at the time.
But this drawing of PROPHET represents something special to me. Real sentimental. I drew this in 1995 on the very first day of Graphic Design. After going through the signing of forms, course outlines and whatever else, the teacher gave us all some paper and asked us to draw something so she could get a gage on where people were coming from creatively. I remember people drawing houses and portraits … I drew PROPHET. I was out of high school for only 2 months at this point and this was the first drawing I did during a huge turning point in my life. I was 18, just a kid.
Drawing was something I just loved to do, at home in my room. But this time it was different. I was in a place to learn to create. To take those years and years of drawing and wield it in a different way with access to new tools and materials. I was at the beginning of a long journey and my future was unknown. Still is, I guess.
So when I was asked to draw something that September afternoon in 1995, I fearlessly drew PROPHET in a room full of strangers. No embarrassment at all. Still proud of that.