This is an unfinished drawing I did as a ‘study’ for my summer Art exam in 1980. I was eleven years old and clearly still had so much more to learn, but I was on my way. The actual exam piece I was worked on was much bigger, and far more detailed, but I always liked this one for the figure in the lower right-hand corner, which I think is meant to be me, in my pajama’s, tortured by these visions of screaming interdimensional hell and wolfmen from space. Throughout the years I’ve seen worse shit than this hanging in art galleries. I had the excuse of youthful ineptitude, what’s theirs?