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In 1982, I was really cooking with the art thing. This is from the only drawing class I have ever had, and I did not learn much from it. I drew so much better than when I got older, not to mention 25 years of no artwork to speak of.

As can be seen, what I did not have in technique I more than had in layout and immediacy.

Giving up my vague idea of being a comic artist, as delusional as that may have been, was a dream deferred.

         What happens to a dream deferred?



           Does it dry up

           like a raisin in the sun?

           Or fester like a sore—

           And then run?

           Does it stink like rotten meat?

           Or crust and sugar over—

           like a syrupy sweet?



           Maybe it just sags

           like a heavy load.



           Or does it explode?

    Langston Hughes, Harlem, 1951



   youtu.be/WLNnFYrp8KQ

Description

In 1982, I was really cooking with the art thing. This is from the only drawing class I have ever had, and I did not learn much from it. I drew so much better than when I got older, not to mention 25 years of no artwork to speak of.

As can be seen, what I did not have in technique I more than had in layout and immediacy.

Giving up my vague idea of being a comic artist, as delusional as that may have been, was a dream deferred.

         What happens to a dream deferred?



           Does it dry up

           like a raisin in the sun?

           Or fester like a sore—

           And then run?

           Does it stink like rotten meat?

           Or crust and sugar over—

           like a syrupy sweet?



           Maybe it just sags

           like a heavy load.



           Or does it explode?

    Langston Hughes, Harlem, 1951



   youtu.be/WLNnFYrp8KQ