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This is the first of a potential series of posts. The idea will be to go back, pull out images that I did in the past (some from this site, and perhaps some even from old sketchbooks etc) and look them over. Talk about what I think that I was trying to get across. What do I like about what I did and what I dislike.

This should give me new insight going forward as I work on new projects.

For today’s review, I want to take a look at a meme I did a while back. It’s the “Stages of Me” meme that I came across over at Deviantart. The idea started out as: “Draw your teenage self.” Then a few folks did an additional image of themselves as they are now. I (and I’m sure a number of others) added an interim stage.


Stage 1 – Teenage Me

Ahhh yes. Back when I was svelt and had hair. Always had a backpack on me and it was always loaded with stuff that I was convinced I had to keep with me, but probably never used. Well, aside from my sketchbook and pens/pencils.

I started this image with a rough gestural drawing of my pose and copied/pasted it onto three different spots so I could keep the feel of all three versions similar. You can just make that out in a light tone hiding under the ‘ink’ layer.

I wanted to show that I had a slight rebellious streak (the ripped jeans) but that’s about as far as it went. I wish I could say that I was a punk rocker, or a rebel without a cause, but it’s just not the case. I blame my parents. They did a great job of showing me that I was loved and respected, and that proves impressively difficult to want to rebel against.

Stage 2 – Me – the 20s

Here’s where I started to rebel. I think that I captured some of the chaos that I let into my life with this version of me. Chain wallets, zippers, hair that went everywhere, and of course, many more rips in my jeans all create visual queues for my fascination with all things random during that period in my life.

I (obviously) picked up a few bad habits around that time.

Stage 3 – In My 30s

I came back to the KISS idea – Keep It Simple Stupid. I did a lot of growing up in my 30s, and figured out what’s important and what isn’t, so all the clutter could fall by the wayside. Think that I did a decent job of showing that with the reduction of ‘clutter’ that was in my 20s. Look Ma! No holes in the jeans!