I made my way through art school without ever learning to draw. It's amazing how easy that was.

But, it was the late 50's...abstract art ruled and the real thrust of our instruction was to 'experiment'...to break new ground. Much ground was broken, and most of it useless. A hoard of artists hit the streets with not a clue as to what the real world looked like.

In time, we learned, but I always felt that being able to draw was the entry-level requirement for calling myself an artist.

I'm still working on it, but in the late 60's I fell under the spell of Underground 'Comix'. Their idiosyncratic style and simple black and white printing made me feel that I

could attempt one of my own. I drew every day, every night, for six years before I felt I had something good enough to publish.

By the time Issue#1 hit the streets, the high-water mark of the Undergrounds had passed. The Head Shops had given way to Comics Stores and there was an even bigger industry out there that welcomed new material.

Issues #1 & #2 saw light of day. I met a good friend, Norm Silveira, who helped with #2, and we were preparing Issue #3 when Norm was killed by a drunk driver.

That, and a shrinking market, took the heart out of comics.

But I had learned to draw.