My artistic life in as few a words as Possible.
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Before my first computer (a Macintosh 1600, one of the first of the so called Power PC's Apple put out), I did pen and ink work on my regular spot...  this being the steps of the First Presbyterian Church across the street from San Francisco's "Hard Rock Cafe".  I used to tell people I was between a Place and a Hard Rock  (I know, it didn't get any laughs then either) but after a few days sales skyrocketed.   As I got better, and MUCH quicker, at doing ink drawings of Wolves, Bears and other High end Animal Predators sales was a never ending sequence of 20 minutes of drawing (and making between 10 and 20 dollars in the time it took to make a picture ,because of people stopping to watch me draw and giving contributions of not less than a dollar at a time) and taking less than 10 or 20 minutes to sell them at the cheap price of 20 dollars, I was averaging about 40 to 60 dollars an hour on the street or my church steps.   To aid me, and because the police frowned on anyone standing or sitting in one spot, the church gave me an exclusive, signed and stamped letter saying I could be there 24 hours of the day.   At the time, and because I was then homeless,  I ended up not only drawing but eating sleeping and conducting all sales from that spot.
    Soon the word spread and people started to call me the "Wolf Man" because I could turn out a great wolf drawing in about 10 minutes, tops.   People would order pictures in the mornings and come back to pick them up on their lunch breaks or on their way back home in the evening.  Â
    Sadly at the time I had a bad addiction to some of San Francisco's finest drugs.   I would start drawing at 5 in the morning and end about 2 in the next morning.   As you can see I was not getting very much sleep but I was, how shall I put it, DRIVEN to do as much as I could and with the amount of money I was able to make kept not only my habit but those of a few "friends", if that is what you could call them.   When one makes about 500 dolars a day and can't even afford to rent a room then I say that is a SAD state to find one in.   My so called friends loved it..  I on the other hand started to feel like a hamster ion a tread wheel.   All that running and I got absolutely no where.   My state of mind because of the drugs and lack of sleep caused me to have a slight break with reality and so I eventually ended up in the state mental health programs.   I was already bipolar but when I started to get mad at people that were not there the outside world began to take notice and the church folk who supported me in my art endevours decided I needed help.  One day while screaming at the top of my lungs at someone that only I could see the church, which was having a Sunday school meeting inside decided that I fit the police description of what is called in California a 51-50..  A person that is in danger of hurting themselves or others because of a mental problem.   After the police arrived and sent me off to the hospital for 6 months of observation and treatment I was released.    Though I was making a lot of money I had come to realise that I could never get clean in San Francisco so I went to the coast hiway and left.  I made it just 90 miles that first day and ended up in Santa Cruz, California..  I had become determined to beat this problem of mine and though I would always be somewhat biPolar I knew that I must stop all drug use..  I did really good and though I didn't make as much for my artwork here (I wasn't driven by the drugs anymore) I did alright.   One thing lead to another and I soon met my wife.   About a year or so later we had our first child and my life settled down a lot.  I have continued to remain drug free for the last 15 years and now have a beautiful, and VERY smart daughter.   It was the best thing I have ever done.   I then dscovered the computer and photoshop.Â
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I have been doing this for about 12 years now. Â Â Started out on Bryce 2 (not counting Photoshop) and went all the way through the most modern versions. Â Â I picked up a copy of Poser 3 along the way and at first was not too happy with my inability to understand how to use it. Â At first I just used it to populate Bryce pictures but then I started to catch on to a lot more of the possibilities that this program contained. Â Â As my use increased my understanding of what was possible with Poser. Â Â I am now so addicted that I have bought every upgrade that has come out. Â Â As with Poser, most of the other programs I have bought along the way have been a real challenge. Â Â I have (regretably) given up on most and remained with only Poser. Â
   I invite you all to partake of my gallery and, PLEASE, read the stories as well.   They give a whole other dimension to the pictures themselves.  Â
Life has become a totally different thing for me now.  I Own a very nice two story home on 3 acres, I have helped my wife start her business (she is a great animal groomer and a vetinary technician and my daughter is going to a College preparitory school, well on her way to a university of her choice (gets all straight A's and A+'s)  so I would say what ever  God there may be has smiled heavily upon me.   My health is not great but Hopefully I won't up and die in the next couple of years and my family is set for life.  On this note  I will end this little story and give my wish that you all stay healthy and safe and keep on doing your artworks as well...  Luv, GENE
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Comments (12)
Grimslade
there are sadly many such heart breaking, and heart testing stories like this; some times closer to us than we like to admit. about half such that I've tried to help get back on their feet always wind up falling down again. and in many cases not even the poor soul in the gutter can really explain...why the scene came out very well; great details and comp; good work mon ami
bakapo
a tough topic to touch, bravo! the image came out very well. good details make this interesting, if painful, to see.
genefleeman
Even so simple a thing as "George+ showing a backbone and standing up for "Nancy" at an early age might have been the tipping point in her self image.. Getting beaten at a very young age leaves some deep scars on the Psyche and those that shake their heads, in the present day,when presented with such a sight may very well have been a contributing factor in sending some poor soul over the edge.. Though I don't usually give money (though sometimes I do) I always buy food for them. It is not just to feed their stomachs but also to feed their souls and Help (hopefully) to build some inner confidence that they are NOT useless and that they have reason to WANT to live on and maybe make some kind of difference in the path they continue to choose. I have written before about my time on the street and I found the hardest part was that most people are perfectly happy to make you feel like you really are TRASH !!! Dirty looks, snide remarks, threats and most of all pretending not to see you at all (makes you feel like you are not of any value and might as well be dead) is the most painful thing one can do to another soul. There are those who could do better and some who choose to be on the street. Some are strung out and ALL of their time and effort go into nothing but drugs and they just want to be high. Some just can't help it as they can NOT live with the Pains of a past life that so smashes them down that they just want to kill the pain and forget.. Some are just too damaged to function and some are truly ill... You certainly have to be judicious and aware of the effects of either helping or not.. There are some I wouldn't give a dime as they can do better, they just don't care and some are their because of the evil in their own hearts. I guess you just have to give a hand where it might help and not waste it on the vultures who just want to pick you clean.. and they also are there.. This is a subject close to my heart so I thought it might be a good idea to pull it up and out and lay it open for inspection on occasion, just once in a while so I can remember (in my present state of being well off) just what I came through to be here and on how easily I could be right back there.. that would ripp most of the heart out of me and is one of my greatest fears.. Most people have no idea of all that goes into making one like "Nancy".. I do.. I also know that as long as I can feel for the Nancy's of the world I will never become a "George".. Enough for now and I will stash my soapbox back under my bed untill I need to look at myself again....
RodolfoCiminelli
Impressive scene, splendid realization....!!!!
Roboman28
Great picture. I was fascinated too by the life story of George and Nancy. I am definitely a George. I could explain why but it probably would not win me any friends! In a way this is what the main left/right debate in politics is about. Have any of you seen the play "An inspector calls". The argument here is that people who think they are not responsible for the lives of others are wrong or foolish. A sentiment that presumably genefleeman would agree with.
genefleeman
If we all lived in a bubble and had no influence on others then I would tend to agree but we all have effects on others and they on us... If we had ALL done that little bit that might have made the difference we would not be having all of those things coming back around to bite us in the butt... and the pocketbook.. if you fix as you go the machine never breaks,but, if you say it is not MY job then when the machine breaks you have no right to complain...
genefleeman
I made this picture to be controversial.. so far it has not made too much of a noise... hehehe.. oh well, can't win 'em all..
Thetis
rattling the social conscience, well told and illustrated
lyron
Excellent!!
jocko500
what you say is true. cool image
SetoKaiba
Interesting concept, great composition, nice work, well done!
CrownPrince
Wow i never saw this one. It is sooo deep. I am a casemanager and councilor for MISA (Mental Illness and Substance Abuse) clients, i have also been a missionary. I could tell you stories of abuse and neglect so terrible it would make you faint from emotional agony. And the sheer volume of mysogyny and mysandry in the world is disgustingly staggering. Everyone has the ability to help thier fellow man or woman... but here is one of the catchs... each person grows at there own pace and helping sometimes just makes things worse. Knowing when someone has had enough, and are willig to start leaving their pain and self destructive behavior is a hard task and requires saintly patience. And giving a person what help they need is a daunting and emotionally draining task. But IMHO well worth seeing the outcome. So its actually is easy to understand peoples fear and lack of understanding about someone like George, and why they fear and lack understanding of someone like Nancy. Gene this is true art!