I took pictures that I drew back in the 70s and 80s and updated them with digital art, redrawing the pictures with a stylus, a touch-screen phone, and an AI digital assistant. I took pictures I drew of real-life people I knew and updated them. I can’t make them look much like the real people. I have turned most of these into fictional characters anyway, but I won’t use any real names.
Clint was a student whom I loved to hate. He held classroom farting contests in my fourth period class with his mindless minions. He gave me no end of trouble for two years. But when I finally got the relief of his graduation from 8th grade, he was the kid I hugged the hardest, hoping to make it hurt, and the kid I missed the most.
Shelly Cobble, one of the twin Cobble Sisters, was both a member of the Pirates and a nudist at home.
Sherry Cobble, the self-proclaimed smarter twin, was also a Pirate and even more of a nudist than sister Shelly. And, no, they are not based on my twin cousins. Yes, I am pretty sure that’s true.
Sherry again as a high school senior, still a member of the Pirates’ liars’ club and still a nudist.
Shelly again, same grade still, nudist still, Pirate still, but maybe the nicer sister.
Edward-Andrew Campbell, better known as the Superchicken, still in Junior high at the time of this picture.
Andrew Doble, Pirate, liar, not a criminal according to him, most likely a criminal to local law enforcement.
Dennis.
And so, I run out of time for more. But I like what I have done.
Catch a Falling Star 