I did this page of boys, right around the same time I did the Cliques drawings. I had gone to junior high school in the San Fernando Valley in Southern California, and I really missed being there. All my friends had gone on to high school where they were taking Life Drawing, Design classes, Ceramics classes, Oil painting …while I was stuck in New Orleans with Art 1, Art 2, and Art 3. All exactly the same except for the name. I was so jealous. So when I graduated, I only applied to art schools in California, and only really considered two. Art Center and Chouinard. My mom would only agree to Chouinard because they actually gave you a BFA degree, and I needed “something to fall back on” in case I couldn’t make it as a starving artist. I don’t know what good my degree would have done me anyway, high school was much harder.
But I’m getting sidetracked. These were my California dreamin’ drawings. These guys were all California kids, doing California things. Dressed in Pendleton shirts, wheat-colored jeans, and track shoes with three stripes on the sides. There is even a guy with a UCLA sweatshirt on. They are skateboarding, something you can’t do very well in New Orleans because none of the streets are in good enough shape due to the marshy ground and oak tree roots breaking up the sidewalks. These guys are riding go-carts and mini-bikes, and playing with yo-yo’s. I wonder why I didn’t have any guys with surfboards?
By the time I did get back out to CA, I was too busy with school to do any of these things in the drawings except basketball, and body surfing. I never could afford a surfboard, and never learned. Besides, by then, we were all Hippies. Pretend Hippies anyway. Hey, what’s so funny about peace, love and understanding?