When I was a sophomore in high school, I made a calendar. I drew twelve pictures, bought a ream of 11 x17 paper and photocopied, folded and stapled together a print run of about 60. I handed them out at school and gave them to friends and family. I was pretty proud of them. It became a tradition. I did a new calendar every year at Christmas. I made them from '92 to 2001--I may have done a 2002, but the most recent one I could find in my files was '01. I hope I did an '02, that would give me a solid decade of calendars.
Anyway, when I started getting real illustration jobs, it got harder to do the calendar. I tell myself every year that I will start it up again, then never do. Of course, lately I've realized that this blog has filled the gap created by the calendar. Still, I miss the physical object of the paper calendar.
I have all of the old calendar drawings--but I've never scanned them before. So, let's take a look. For the next two weeks we're taking a trip back ten years, to 2001.
Here is January: