I remember very clearly like it was yesterday being given my first box of oil paints. With much enthusiasm I opened it to discover paints, oil, brushes, eraser, sharpeners, charcoal and other colorful things. Along with it came an easel to rest my canvas on while the white square awaited my gentle touch. I remember staring into all this white space and wondering how to delicately add color to it that would make any sense? How, where and from whom would I receive my inspirations from?
It didn’t take very long for me to start laying some oils to the canvas in front of me, and as I proceeded to lay it down, the smell of the oil and paint mixed together stirred something within me to practice and practice some more, and that I did. For weeks, months and even a few years I was inspired to take art classes at the local art gallery, study the nudes and other still life for technique.
Here I am going to share some of those early drawings sketched in charcoal and pastels. You will see a young man Ken M Snowdon; aka Vincent Moore attempt to lose himself in his art in his teen years.