The short answer is that I love to draw. I am both impressed and amused by people who made a decision to enter a field of study as a 17 year old and then stick it out like it was ordained from on high. Yet as a 6 year old I discovered comic books. Which led to my interest in art. I loved Marvel comics. Captain America, the X-Men, Spiderman, Thor, the Hulk. There were many, many more. At this time the heroes were portrayed with human problems. Spidey was a teenager with girl troubles and an overbearing boss in addition to fighting super powered criminals in his spare time.
Reading comics helped my burgeoning vocabulary and was one of the reasons for my love of drawing. My uncle Lovell was an artist and teacher that I looked up to as well.
The real heroes to me were Jack “King” Kirby, Steve Ditko, Jim Steranko, Neal Adams. They were the artists who brought the characters to life. My buddy Bob and I would literally run downtown to the newsstand on the days the new comics came out. The artists and characters they created were larger than life. It was a great time to grow up.
I could pick out their cover art from across the room. Each artist had such a distinctive style. Kirby was bold strokes and action. Huge. Copied by everyone to this day. Ditko’s art was more quirky but perfect for Dr. Strange and of course Spiderman.
Whenever I pull out some of the old comics, it takes me right back to Oak St. where I grew up. Great memories.