They would take a 40% commission and deduct the framing costs, but since they were part owners of a frame shop, I’d get a good deal.
All my pictures would be beautifully framed and matted. I was do do more of the same, but I had no money for art supplies. They were booked solid for another six months. “You’re among friends, little brother,” said the other. For some reason, I felt comfortable saying it out loud, “Well, a good part of my motivation is that drawing lets me stare at good looking guys, and no one thinks it weird.” He must have seen the blush, for I saw a gentle look come into his face. The other observed that I seemed to bring a particular intensity to my male figures and this seemed to not quite be the case with the females. The place was in the trendy part of the wealthier part of Fresno, what’s called the “Fig Garden Area.” They told me I was a better artist at seventeen than most people are their whole lives. I went to meet the owner of the gallery, actual a couple. I got a call from a gallery and then a newspaper reporter. I was not comfortable with all the attention, but it got worse. All the adulation was pretty embarrassing to me. He happened to have some connections with a local newspaper and a gallery, but he insisted that if I wanted him to make some calls, then I’d need to become more involved with some school activities, like helping out at functions where he’d be happy to see my work displayed. He already knew I had no interest in art classes, so he wasn’t one of those dumb counselor types who thought I should be taking art classes. One day, one of the deans asked to see my finished stuff. I had only a little paper, and the pastels, given me by my mom, were dear, so I developed a deft, no mistake kind of style. Then I’d start combining the figures in multi person action scenes, and these would become pastels. There I’d discover what parts of the figures I needed to pay attention to (the hands - geez) and watch and draw some more. I’d do these wicked fast gesture drawings, then take them home and work up some more elaborate studies. I became a regular fixture at practices, whatever the sport. Being something of a jock, it came naturally to draw the football players practicing, the divers taking high leaps, the basketball players dunking, the cheerleaders dancing. Always different, every blessed one of them beautiful in some way. Some artists naturally gravitate towards figure drawing, and I was definitely one of those. Not those hard waxy kinds, but the good old fashioned soft oils. Our readers have come to expect excellence from our products, and they can count on us to maintain a commitment to producing rigorous and innovative information products in whatever forms the future of publishing may bring.In high school, starting when I was about sixteen, I fell in love with pastels. Through our commitment to new products-whether digital journals or entirely new forms of communication-we have continued to look for the most efficient and effective means to serve our readership. Since the late 1960s, we have experimented with generation after generation of electronic publishing tools. The Press's enthusiasm for innovation is reflected in our continuing exploration of this frontier. We were among the first university presses to offer titles electronically and we continue to adopt technologies that allow us to better support the scholarly mission and disseminate our content widely. Among the largest university presses in the world, The MIT Press publishes over 200 new books each year along with 30 journals in the arts and humanities, economics, international affairs, history, political science, science and technology along with other disciplines.
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