This drawing "Lance-lot," is indicative of my drawing style that finally arrived, thousands of drawings later. Like other recent drawings, it carries with it the torch of the past, a dream that, although just sputtering along at times, finally blossomed. Never abandoning the journey after answering the Call's soft murmur in a noisy door plant in the mid-80's, I have finally developed a voice - even if it resembles fighting one's way out of a paper bag - it is mine and a testament that not giving up has its rewards. Still harboring the sense of urgency that attended my earliest efforts to tenaciously hold on and not put that little pen to rest in the fast-paced environment of an industrialized assembly-line. Don't give up!