Richard Stine, that's me. I've made art all my life wherever and whenever I can. Being an artist was all I ever wanted to be. I drew my first bird on the bedroom wall reaching over the railing of my crib before I was two. I drew my first machine gun when I was 5 and drew my first tree in pen and ink (about that same time as the machine gun) after sneaking a bottle of ink and fountain pen from my grandfather's old roll top desk. Needless to say, I made a shocking mess...but I've I've loved drawing with pen and ink ever since. I can't remember my punishment but I do remember the frustration I felt when I couldn't remember which leaf to draw after looking down at the paper and back at the tree. Another thing I can't remember is when I started drawing dogs. Seems like forever...maybe I started in a past life...maybe for Darwin on the SS Beagle, or in Mexico, in the state of Chihuahua 1,400 years before the first Europeans arrived. Something like that...probably.
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