Dia's Teen Gallery
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This gallery is dedicated to my 16th summer, back in 1961 when
society was so different from the 21st century. That was the
last year of my childhood and the last summer I complained of
boredom. In 1962 I would graduate from high school and hold a summer
job in a resort near Yosemite. But in 1961 my dad fixed me up with an
end roll of newsprint, a stick of
charcoal, and told me to go draw. So, I did—all summer long. Now,
close to half a century later, the newsprint is yellowed and
deteriorating. The paper wasn't meant to last this long but has
done well, considering it was stored in a file
folder.
The size of the originals are tad larger than my scanner so the
ragged edges are cut off and it's difficult to read some of the words. Way back when I was just a sweet young thing I
had no comprehension that I'd ever be an old lady. Or that these
drawings would still exist. Neither had we heard of computers or
scanners or cell phones. These drawings were made to occupy a summer
and with no thought of how they would look on a website half a
century into the future.
Mostly I copied images I saw in magazines and other media.
Sometimes I drew what I saw in real life. It wasn't until my 60th
year, however, that I started to draw again, this time daring to cut loose and
let my own imagination run free. Doodles were the magic entrance into
this new world.
The drawings in this section may at times offend those of our
decade, but they aren't meant to. It's just a reflection of what
life was and how people thought back then. So, please take these
silly drawings for what they are; a time capsule of one girl's
childhood. And enjoy. By the way, the drawings do become less gross and
more "normal" as they go along. I did manage to grow up a bit by the
end of the summer.

Image 500
Smile, even if it hurts

Image 501
We aim for Accuracy

Image 502
Stop talking when I'm interrupting

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