Nyser , 1993 - Sketches and Fragments
Each doodle is a fragment in time and ocassionally that fragment sparks a memory. Thinning the files, I came across this little gem. I probably drew this in class one day, while I was working towards an associates degree in physical anthropology at Mesa College.
High school was not kind to me. I got kicked out in my first few weeks of my senior year for graffiti- they called it an “Opportunity Transfer” -then kicked out of a second school after ditching for 6 weeks straight and coming back with a forged doctors note that said I had mono. To this day I don’t know how I thought I was going to get away with that. I mean, I walked in there with confidence and all the homework done I really thought I was slick!
So I barely made it through that year, graduating high school with like a 1.9 GPA and having to take summer classes to actually earn my diploma.
Now at 23, I was at Junior college and on the deans list. I was not only earning my associates but on my way to UCSD through a transfer program.
I was also working for GreenPeace at that time, in addition to working as a janitor at Madison Highschool in Clairmont Mesa. It was some program I stumbled upon at the junior college that placed a full-time student in a janitor position. Good pay working for the school system.
I was thinking to myself “awesome... senior class cheerleaders” but as it turned out, I was just probably the weird long haired janitor guy. And as it also turned out, there was a big difference between 23 and 18. Those cheerleaders looked way too young. The guys I worked with? Yeah that’s a whole other story of intrigue and suspense.
I would work my way through 7 years of undergrad, 40 hours a week one way or another. I worked a number of jobs for and around UCSD, each one worthy of a chapter in a book.
In 93’, my hair was down to my waist with some braids, I was a fixture in the water at Blacks, and I was checking out a lot live music. More importantly, I had just started painting again after a two year hiatus. It was not the longest nor the last hiatus I would take over the course of the last 30 plus years, but it had me charged up and I hit the yards hard for the next five or six years. #nyseawr #nysetcf #angelswillrise #thechosenfew
High school was not kind to me. I got kicked out in my first few weeks of my senior year for graffiti- they called it an “Opportunity Transfer” -then kicked out of a second school after ditching for 6 weeks straight and coming back with a forged doctors note that said I had mono. To this day I don’t know how I thought I was going to get away with that. I mean, I walked in there with confidence and all the homework done I really thought I was slick!
So I barely made it through that year, graduating high school with like a 1.9 GPA and having to take summer classes to actually earn my diploma.
Now at 23, I was at Junior college and on the deans list. I was not only earning my associates but on my way to UCSD through a transfer program.
I was also working for GreenPeace at that time, in addition to working as a janitor at Madison Highschool in Clairmont Mesa. It was some program I stumbled upon at the junior college that placed a full-time student in a janitor position. Good pay working for the school system.
I was thinking to myself “awesome... senior class cheerleaders” but as it turned out, I was just probably the weird long haired janitor guy. And as it also turned out, there was a big difference between 23 and 18. Those cheerleaders looked way too young. The guys I worked with? Yeah that’s a whole other story of intrigue and suspense.
I would work my way through 7 years of undergrad, 40 hours a week one way or another. I worked a number of jobs for and around UCSD, each one worthy of a chapter in a book.
In 93’, my hair was down to my waist with some braids, I was a fixture in the water at Blacks, and I was checking out a lot live music. More importantly, I had just started painting again after a two year hiatus. It was not the longest nor the last hiatus I would take over the course of the last 30 plus years, but it had me charged up and I hit the yards hard for the next five or six years. #nyseawr #nysetcf #angelswillrise #thechosenfew