Good God, what would they do with us kids of the 1970s - who use to use our Pee-Chees as our canvas, especially during our rebellious adolescent years of JR High when gross was cool. Always competing with the other snot-nose kids and their creative art, I use to gently erase limbs from the track runners, baseball & basketball players replacing the limbs with bloody stumps using a red felt tip pen. Thought it was funny then in my brain-dead JR days, but I turned our allright.
The only time my art got me in trouble was in 10th Grade German language class. The teacher didn't appreciate the pitcher I drew of Hitler sitting on a toilet on the cover of my German language Book cover. I don’t know why she drug me out of class by the ear, I thought the picture was pretty dang hilarious, and well done. Like Picasso, true artist aren’t appreciated until they are dead.