Originally Posted by Attalus
I was drawing castles and soldiers of a make-believe state. I graduated to girls in college. People kept looking over my shoulder in HS and I was afraid I would get in trouble.
I had just moved to Myrtle Beach South Carolina after living in New York City and growing up around illustrators and nude models (my mom was a pin up, but not nude) I had a very liberal upbringing and when we moved to Myrtle Beach I was surrounded by a very conservative, limited horizon point of view from many of the adults.
One day I was drawing a girl....nude...from my imagination in the back of Math class, and when the class was over, the teacher, Mr Norwood(who looked kinda like the apple trees in Oz except just a little bit more human) asked my to stay behind when the bell rang and said in a deep phlegmy voice...
"Let me see what y'all was drawing back there, Mr. Welch."
I PROUDLY showed him my drawing and surprisingly he went apoplectic and we broke the sound barrier as he gave me the bum's rush up to the principal, the world weary Mr. Neal who looked somewhat like Colonel Kink in HOAGAN'S HEROES.
Once my drawing was presented, both thought I was the devil. When Mr. Neal asked me why in the world I drew such a thing, I was shocked. Why wouldn't I???? I told him I drew dinosaurs too and had been doing this, with improvements, since I was five.
They didn't believe me and, thinking I was a pervert in the making, phoned my mother at her work (she was the secretary to the president of Inland Airlines)
And here's the kicker, folks. When the principal told her over the phone that I had drawn a nude, my mom, the ex pin up gal, said...."Is it good?"
Here's the upshot....I had to take the drawing home and my mom, not at all offended, critiqued it a bit, then told me that she was NOT going to sign and return this to Mr Neal as he requested, but she would write a letter explaining that she had seen the drawing, didn't find it offensive, and would reprimand me for drawing pictures in class....where I should be learning math.
She laughed her ass off but then told me that we weren't in New York City anymore, we were in South Carolina and the attitudes were a little different here.
The drawing went into her scrap book and her fellow workers at Inland Airlines got a kick out of the story ....AND THE DRAWING.
The aftermath....I became something of a hero in Junior high, a feeling that was increased by the fact that I did not have the drawing to show to my fellow students. I was pretty much a twelve year old Vargas and would draw nudes for my fellow students for 5 dollars a pop in study hall and the two hours I had at home before my mom arrived from work.
Since I was told never to draw in school I thought it best to hide this fact from my mom, and kept my ill gotten gains in the hollow legs of my Wolf Man Aurora model kit. I never glued the waist to the legs of the lycanthrope so it was easy to pop it in half, deposit money or take money out, and pop the two halves of the creature back together. My mother would never ruin anything I built and couldn't conceive of my monetary hiding place.
A few weeks after the Mr Norwood incident my mother came home with a stack of men's magazines (including several Playboys which were high end....and several Adam mags, which were low end. Low end is where the naked girls have the bra strap marks still on their shoulders and facial expressions as if to say...."Can I get paid now???"
"If you want to learn how to draw women in the nude," my mom said after plumping down the stack of girly mags onto my bedroom desk, "Learn to draw real women...not comic books!"
I had been copying Gil Elvgren, Frank Frazetta, and Alberto Vargas.
....and so it goes!