As a teenager, I vented my frustrations and anger at the world by imagining tsunamis, earthquakes, fires, floods and other natural mayhem. I never drew anyone suffering, just human-built structures, usually real ones close to home, being destroyed. I could get lost in a kind of being state drawing these things completely from imagination and memory. I still work like this today, though usually not so destructively.
I imagine that today I might have had a few interviews with school officials and maybe a psychiatric screening for this kind of thing.
A local gas station exploding in flames after I saw Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds".
The Seal Beach Pier in Southern California getting eaten by a tsunami in 1966.
Part of my elementary school after a mysterious explosion. All I remember about doing this was the challenge of getting the rubble to look authentic!
