Posted: 22 September 2022 at 5:27pm | IP Logged | 4
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What set me on this latest cyber-wandering was a brief resurgence of a minor fascination that has followed me much of my life. That complex of apartments, the Bel Air, was new when we moved in, in 1954 (the “owner’s manuals” were still in the refrigerator and oven) and over the next twelve years we bounced thru three of the many blocks, as well as returning to England for a couple of years before “settling” back in Edmonton. This nomadic life made me much aware that others had lived and would live in the same apartments and houses. Other kids would have their bedrooms where I had. It was a sometimes strange sensation, with my hyperactive imagination, to think of those “ghosts” moving thru the same space thru which I moved. (One key exception was the house we moved into in 1961. That was brand new, built at my parents order.) Sometimes, in later years, I would wonder if any of my old spaces were occupied by kids who might be buying my comics as I had bought Marvel and DC. As to the Sahara influencing my art—I would not be at all surprised if that faux Egyptian lobby had crept, in part, into some of my drawings. Unconsciously, anyway.
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