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Alexandra Tyng, Unveilings Moderator
The artist's inner world is, in many ways, more real than anything else in life, so I'm going to be a little different by telling you a story in pictures about myself as a kid, and what was most real to me then. It's not just about me; hopefully you will see yourself reflected in the story.
Let's see. . .I grew up in Philadelphia. My parents were architects who also did a lot of drawing, in fact, my father's first career choice was to be a painter and pastel artist, but he changed his mind in high school when he took an architecture class. He used to buy me blank books to draw in, and I wasted a lot of paper. My favorite subjects were houses, castles, rooms with furniture, people, and patchwork quilts. The first drawing, which I did at 3 1/2, was one of my better attempts to puzzle out perspective.
Later I became fascinated by haunted houses. I liked to write books about them, with lots of illustrations of course. Most of the books were never finished. I even made a series of book covers but never wrote the books. The second drawing shows a dramatic opening page for a very, very spooky story.
I could draw "regular" drawings, too, but only when persuaded. Here's a sketch I did when I was 13 of a neighbor boy asleep on our couch.
But I was really interested in the imaginary world, in which I attended boarding school in England, I had altogether 12 siblings, and my oldest brother was Paul McCartney. My friends and wrote books about our life in England, and here is an illustration from one of them.
Ok, yes, I finally matured and faced reality. My friends and family might not agree, but if you compare me to the way I was, you will notice some change. You can always look on my website if you are curious to know what I have been doing lately.
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