The Wizzard of the Saddle
American General Nathan B. Forrest
(14"X 18" Color Pencil)
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 to the students.
This drawing stuff started back in the early 1960's.
First off my dad was a Marine, so that makes me half human. Then along came my step dad who was a Navy Chief Petty Officer, my brother was in the Army. As for me I wanted to be a cartoonist so i wound up as a "Kevin".
I have regretted numerous times not joining the beloved Corps. At a very young age my son once said, that if I had joined the Marine Corps I wouldn't have married mom and not met him, and we are best friends. Enough said!!
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. By the time I was the ripe old age of 16 I had gone to 16 different schools 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.
The Brave Amercian Confederate Army invading the state of Maryland 4–20, 1862
The Art Institute I attended was a white Chevy station wagon, and we would be moving. Mom and step~dad would be up front smoking and chatting. My desk was a clipboard, I sat right behind the driver, 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 collecting farts.
Cartoon of a "Housewife" which was a homemade sewing kit for repairs.
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 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 the guts, he will take it.
Sincerely your friend