Walking the tightrope. A fine line. Stay in the middle.

A fall will end time.

Genius or Insanity

It Was 1992

^{I was twelve years old.}

I came home from school and there it was.

My first real computer, all setup and ready to rock. Dad said he spent all day trying to get it to turn on and boot up Windows 3.1. I'm sure he was stressed out. I wasn't though. I knew exactly what to do. The first application I opened was MS Paint.

I made a few black lines, then I noticed I could change colors. After that, it was one big guessing game. What does this button do? Oh, okay, that's the eraser, neat. Then I wanted to print. Of course I was told, "Don't waste paper!"

Mom was right and dad had a better option anyway. He taught me how to save files and from there, not only was I becoming a digital artist but I was also learning how to actually operate Windows. That was a big step for a twelve year old in the early 90's, especially when we consider the fact that so many people today still don't know the basics when it comes to operating a PC. That's a story for another day though. I just felt like adding in a zinger.

Steady Improvement

 
By the time Windows 95 came onto the scene, I considered myself to be an MS Paint Expert. I knew there were people out there who could do a better job but it didn't matter to me because I was still proud of my work.

I have two vivid memories of a map I made of my farm and an image of Bart Simpson spray painting 'El Barto' on a wall. Unfortunately, those will remain memories. That computer died and I made sure to finish the job when I became interested in building computers. I pulled out all the wires and removed parts just to see what would happen if I did it. I broke it. Live and learn.

My focus eventually shifted. Sitting around on my butt in front of a computer producing images that will, as my junior high art teacher so elegantly stated, never get me anywhere, wasn't exactly the coolest thing for a teenager in the 90's to be doing.

Many years passed. I'd still mess around from time to time and enjoy a few quiet hours producing art, but I kept that to myself. In 2013 I picked up the hobby again after downloading a free art program. Even my two daughters were excited because they didn't even know their dad was an artist.

A woman who will no longer speak to me like an adult was, at first, my biggest fan. A true motivator. The first one to actually tell me my stuff was beyond just being good. I'd tell her, my kids, and everyone else, I'm going to be an artist. The world will see my work. It's not just a basement hobby anymore. This is real. This is what I want to do.

Of course, they all thought I was crazy. Just a dreamer.

Hi there!

Hello North America. Hello South America. Hello Europe. Hello Africa. Hello Asia. G'day Austrailia.

So, here I am, making waves.

Genius or Insanity. That's an interesting work of art up there. To the untrained eye, maybe you'll see two heads with two different, odd-looking beings standing in front of their faces. Ho-hum. How bland.

Some might be afraid of what they see. Only an insane man would make something like that! Run! Run for your lives!

Then, once you turn the image upside down and realize it's the same damn picture when flipped...

You might want to start running a little faster!

Have a nice day!

Credits: _{All art and images seen here were produced digitally, by me. "Run to the hills, run for your lives! He's kuh-razy!" [email protected]}

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