I still have basketball dreams. I mean, at night, in my sleep, I still occasionally dream that I’m playing ball. I grew up playing. Obsessively focused on shooting shooting shooting, rebounding, dribbling, playing.
And now I have two young sons who I get to go to courts and shoot with. The XXI in this drawing represents something about contemporary me, the old-timer baller (has been?) and mostly dreamer dad I’ve become in the 21st century. The number 21 also was worn by a childhood friend and teammate I’ve known for 40+ years. I don’t think about the “old days” of playing basketball without thinking of him being there with me.
8×10" print (inclusive of white/negative space around the artwork)
Matte fine art paper with subtle watercolor texture (200 gsm)