Ya'll might remember the post I did a while back about my stint in the industrial arts class where I made the lamp? Well, my junior year, I signed up for Industrial Arts II, hated the teacher, and along with Kyle Wallace, dropped the class and took regular Art I instead.
The class was fun. We got to go outside a lot, and the teacher, Lee Henneberry, was a pretty lax grader. So that was good, too.
Now, I've always been a doodler, and this class REALLY helped out my doodling. But, senior year, I had too many college prep classes to take to burn a period on art, so Mr. Henneberry and I parted ways. Too make up for it, I dated his daughter Maria, so he wouldn't feel like I was shunning him or anything.
While going through a box when I moved a year ago, I ran across some of the old artwork from that class. For a kid who had never held a paint brush, I think some of them turned out pretty good.
Like back HERE, when I gave you the original "Art Attack" and challenged you to show me what was on your walls, now I'm challenging you to show me what you made in high school. (And yes, Cowguy, shop class is art as much as sculpting is.)
(Confession – Some of these pictures have not done so well in storage, so there have been a few digital restorations done to get them looking right.)
Originally, this was longer, but I cropped it a little and moved the signature up. Ah, Photoshop.
Here's one for Cowguy. Did you have that deck of card growing up? (For the city slickers, Furadan was a very popular pesticide in the 80's, but is effectively banned in the US, now, nematodes aren't toads, they are round worms, and 'yes' it appears that the corn stalk is growing fire dildos.)
This is my favorite. It is actually 4 bits that when assembled form three sides and a top. Go figure I would like the technical one the most.
Here is what it looks like put all together.
Now, I've shown you mine.
You show me yours.












