When I was in the military, WWII, I had a good friend who was an artist in the truest sense of the word. He made a drawing (20 x 24 as I remember) that was beauty, peace and happiness---you could literally feel it. I wanted it so badly that was figuring out how much money I could possibly scrounge. Could I come up with enough that he would part with such an emotional piece of work. A stranger came by and said something like, "That's great." George gave it to him. I still feel that pain when I think about it, like now.
Then George drew one of the most evil things I have ever seen. Evil was literally broadcast by this drawing (same size, same technique as the positive drawing. However it was the Ying to the Yang). I asked for that one and received it. However, we could not stand to have it out where it could be seen. We finally burned it. I am sorry for that. Evil as it was, it was a great piece of art.
George did a drawing of me in battle gear. He used it as part of a mural over the officer's bar at the Boat Basin (Now called Del Mar Beach) on Camp Pendleton. I do have the sketch of my head wearing my bathtub. Gee, I was sure an angelic looking militant.
Enjoy,
JimB