Drawing a friend of mine.

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 to the students.

This drawing stuff started back in the early 1960's. When I was just a little feller & my dad was a United States Marine, and my step~dad was a Chief Petty Officer in the United States Navy.

My home was the department of the Navy.

 

"The Invasion"

Southern American Troops CSA march into Maryland,

September 4–20, 1862.

(Color Pencil)

 

 

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 switch on "The Three Stooges" every afternoon. I purchased a lot of comic books and 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 on Naval Station to another. I remember one place only being there 3 months so you get real skilled at making friends*

Art School

The Art Institute I attended was a white Chevy station wagon, and we would be moving from one Naval air station to another. 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.

The Takeaway

My dad was a Marine, my step dad 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"

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 Kevin King