David's Uploads

Virgil Caine is the name, and I served on the Danville train 'Till Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again In the winter of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive By May the tenth, Richmond had fell, it's a time I remember, oh so well

This was intended to be the first layer of a multi-colored rose. The ghostly starkness of the black on white was so appealing to me I decided to leave it alone and call it finished.

Blob is looking a little worried. I wonder why.

Sometimes love is messy.

I came across a photo of an old mask and surmised this could happen to you if you put it on.

I drew this from a photo of an actor showing disgust but my version turned out looking to me more like he was in agony.

This is a drawing of a particular actor. It is not very representational so you probably will not be able to guess who it is, but I like the way he turned out anyway.

I was wondering what my young grandson Dean might look like when he was much older and this is what I came up with.

I decided to keep this piece to a minimum. It reminds me of someone, but I can't think of the artists name.

While drawing this abstract Music Man I might have been subconsciously thinking of Jimmy Durante.

I came across a photo of the actor Christopher Lloyd looking very forlorn, which inspired this spare drawing.

A weathered man of the earth.

Sometimes love is complicated.

Not sad, not very happy, just middle happy.

Is it not wonderful when nature reawakens?

He reminds me of a few of the stranger ones I went to junior high school with.

A couple of years ago I finally got around to reading A Fan's Notes as well as a biography of Exley. I drew this portrait of him when I finished.

These two are coming back together, maybe

I was initially going to put these stylized roses in a vase but then decided I liked them just floating there.