As a high school slacker whose mind was often lured away from AP chemistry by his unflattering drawings of faculty members and, somewhat less-straight forward, Batman and Boba Fett in a variety of mundane everyday situations, the prospect of this job actually going through felt slightly incredible, and I had a brief visceral thrill at the possibility of getting paid for the very thing which I was told time and again would dash what little hope I had of any semblance of a career against the merciless rocks of some boho cum Reefer Madness like descent into a hazy drug fueled life of low level misdemeanors and rakism, these distracted doodles but the first tentative step down the proverbial slippery criminal slope perhaps culminating in some sort of anti-art after school special aimed at dissuading impressionable youth from the same treacherous path.* I grabbed my copy of The MC5's Back In The USA and dug up some old high school notebooks for reference and inspiration...
|I think those original Star Wars rereleases had just happened, this is probably early 96?|
|And I think this IS actually my chem teacher, sci-fi horror brain only slighty exaggerated if memory serves...|
...and quickly cranked out the following sketches. Because time was short, I was advised to let the designers comp in some "doodly" drawings from my website until they were sure we had approval. I drew several versions of the words as quickly and loosely as possible, then started pairing up the more successful treatments of each.
Ultimately however, the editors chose to walk back the cavalier language of the original art direction and go with a more ambiguous, serious and i believe authentic actual high schooler drawing. C'est la vie. On the other hand I can totally appreciate the Twombly black hole / physics class scribble-out action happening here:
*things were probably not that harsh or dramatic, I was just trying to get back to the 17 year old brain, maaaaan.