So I'm sitting on the barracks floor of my Squad bay at MCRD, San Diego, on my first night of Boot Camp in the Marines after a hellaceous first day of being yelled at by three Drill Instructors and one Senior Drill Instructor and I've switch completely to ball point pens and Xerox paper I stole from the Drill Instructor's Hut. Think Gunny Ronald Lee Ermey acting as Senior Drill Instructor Hartman from "Full Metal Jacket."
I'm being silent, invisible and stealthy, like when I was around my parents during their social activities back home. I'm still amazed this laminated drawing survived through the years. Some of my fellow recruits wanted to know and directly asked if I could draw "Naked Ladies." Total "Rubes," they were. Corn-pone. Bumpkins. The label "Red Neck" was too good for them.
One of the most absolute joys of my art career has been the acquisition of the knowledge of the anatomy of realistic dragons consistent with the evolution of archosaurs, dinosaurs, non-avian dinosaurs, avian dinosaurs (All birds), mammalian bats, and pterosaurs. Hint: Dragons walk on their wings and swim like fish in the sea. They hunt, and they scavenge.