Charlie the Younger
A friend from college was kind enough to dig up this picture of me from around 1978. I was sooo ready for the Sex Pistols. It is this sullen, obnoxious, fuck-the-world artist that the older me is seeking to recapture just a tiny piece of these days. I was thinking creatively 24 hours a day and had no limits. Reality and experience has a way on knocking that confidence out of you over time, but I'm working hard to push through those scars and find the spirit of that kid in the photo again.
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telepathically sent by Charlie at 11:51 PM
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I know what you mean. Age isn't the problem, I suspect. It's the conglomeration of real-life, adult responsibility that does it. I've been out on my own since 15, and the time for being creative and devoting myself 100% to art stopped there. I didn't draw for nearly eight years and it's only in the last two that I've started again.
It's worth it. I was really discouraged and fearful at first, but I'm drawing better now than I ever have!
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I like you in 1987.
Charlie, That shirt was genius. My students wear shirts like that all the time. You paved the way, man. You paved the way
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