Military Art

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About Me...

I work for the Federal Government and for fun I draw while I listen to my favorite classical music. Sometimes local schools hire me to teach cartooning.
This drawing stuff started back when I was a wee lad of six years old...

First off my father was a Marine, so I am half human. Then along came the step~father, the Navy Chief Petty Officer, my brother joined the Army.

As for me I wanted to be a cartoonist so i wound up as a "Kevin".

Growing up

I spent a lot of time by myself and there wasn't any video games about, and the TV was in black & and white. I would come home from school and watch "The Lone Ranger, Looney Tunes, and The Three Stooges" every afternoon. I purchased a lot of Mad magazines. Life wasn't much fun as a child because the home was ran like the Department of the Navy so my escape was a blank piece of paper and a #2 pencil...

I had attended 16 different schools by the time I learned to drive because of the transferring from one Naval Air Station to another. I remember one place only being there 3 months so you really overcome the fear of talking to complete strangers. You have to if you want to make a friend or two. However the cartooning was my world.

Art School

The only Art Institute I ever attended was a white Chevy station wagon, and we would be moving. Mom and step~dad would be up front smoking cigarettes and talking about junk. My desk was a clipboard and I sat right behind the driver, and I was drawing cartoons until I was cross-eyed. To my right was my little step~sister playing with a doll. My older brother was way in the back of that station wagon collecting farts.

The Take Away

As a child I spent a lot of time alone...however I wasn't really alone because I learned to pray, and I had a very large imagination. I discovered to never be afraid to sit awhile and think, I still do it often.

One of my biggest turning points was when I lost the fear of making mistakes.

A man must know his destiny… if he does not recognize it, then he is lost. By this I mean, once, twice, or at the very most, three times, God will reach out and tap a man on the shoulder… if he has the imagination, he will turn around and God will point out to him what fork in the road he should take, if he has got the innards, he will take it.


Kevin King