This tragic scene holds a fondness for me, as I remember doing a sketch for it twenty years ago during my University days at Parsons in New York City. One glorious day after walking through the Metropolitan Museum of Art, (I must have encountered this myth in the Greek section), I found myself sketching away on the subway ride back to my dorm. The composition of that initial sketch has always stayed with me, so when I was able to revive the image in my head for this book it was a really cool full-circle moment in my life as an artist.
This tragic scene holds a fondness for me, as I remember doing a sketch for it twenty years ago during my University days at Parsons in New York City. One glorious day after walking through the Metropolitan Museum of Art, (I must have encountered this myth in the Greek section), I found myself sketching away on the subway ride back to my dorm. The composition of that initial sketch has always stayed with me, so when I was able to revive the image in my head for this book it was a really cool full-circle moment in my life as an artist.