My precious objects that were lost and then found are books of collage.
Collage is another side of my work. After hours of painstakingly making tiny dots or crosshatches with a fine pen it's a joy to just let 'er rip, and I do mean rip. Tearing through magazines and newspapers, looking through the mail for interesting brochures, I let loose. I put things together for no other reason than that I feel like it. It's fun, it's freeing, and it inspires me to push myself in my drawings.
Here's a series I did with Robert Mitchum as my subject. I always thought he was very sexy---and a little scary, which may be what made him sexy. He walked like a big cat.
I loved this shot of him so much I made a bunch of copies and went to town.
Here he is with Degas's little dancer and a perfume bottle. I like to play with scale.
Look at the way the shepherd on the left is looking at him.
In the midst of Rousseau's jungle with Rodin's Thinker.
Two Mitchums and a cow.
With the Princesse de Brolige by Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres. Nice dress, huh?
Truly a man outstanding in his field.