All my life I have been fascinated by portraiture and the idea of recording the human face, which time will erode. Artists have no higher task. For a high school student, portraits are a difficult challenge. At age 17 I tried to portray my mother as she read, both sitting up and reclining. Today I advise my students to draw from real life rather than stress fantasy or cartoons, because only real life will surely grow in emotional value with the passage of time.
I only have a Xerox of the ink drawing I gave to camp director Vin Broderick in 1983. Artists, I am convinced, never change at all: I am still painting such profiles today, stressing modeling and fall-of-light.
In high school I took art courses at the University of Alabama in Birmingham, where we recklessly attempted full-color oil-pastel portraits of the model in a single sitting, very difficult to pull off! I still recall lessons I learned in those classes, which were a blessed liberation from high school's stultification.
A great thing about art is its longevity. I still have the pastels I used during these years around 1982.