I filled sketchbook after sketchbook between the years of 1966 and 1972. I drew people from TV Guide, Life Magazine, in fact, anything I could get my hands on. I drew Nixon, Peggy Lipton from Mod Squad, hands of a man slitting his wrist, Johnny Cash, Volkswagens, Dean Martin, gas meter pipes, cats, James Taylor, owls, cutsy women from advertisements. I drew people I didn't even know at the time such as Wilt Chamberlain.
I drew Marshall Dillon, Flip Wilson, Ben Cartwright, Arlo Guthrie, Englebert Humperdink, Marcus Welby. I drew every friend that would pose for me. I drew Jennie from "I Dream of Jeanie", Goldie Hawn, "The Odd Couple".
And, after about the fourth year of drawing four hours a day... I got pretty damned good. However, the high level of technique was to turn out to be a major stumbling block.
In my last year of High School art my art teacher made an ultimatum. Either do something different or he would give me a D. For a person who had always aced art, this was a blow to say the least.