My dad was packing up things to move a few weeks ago, and stumbled across a goldmine of old drawings of mine from when i was a kid. This gem was one of many among that hoard.

It is an early work – judging by the raw emotion and crude linework – depicting the birth of victimization, and rejection of discipline. Note the traditional angelic “grass dress” garb, and the relevant shoulder pad wings (it was the tail end of the 80’s, after all).

The Cheerio halo, and throwing star hands, clearly illustrate the artist’s view of the consumerism of violence.

Ironically, i would eventually grow up to idolize the multifaceted and complexly moody superheroine, Raven, whose father is actually the devil.


No, my friend. There are no coincidences in the world of fine art…