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In the late 60’s Dud worked as an animator at, “the Communicators” where they made instructional filmstrips.
These were the old time “click the lever at the tone and change the picture projected on the screen” filmstrips.
This was before video and computers, the filmstrips were all illustrated by hand.
Dud was one of those illustrators, he illustrated figures.
Dud animated the figures in the filmstrips on tracing paper which was placed over a separate drawing of the background.
He continued to work on tracing paper throughout the rest of his life.
Dud was very efficient at what he did and could work on his erotic pieces on the side.
He did and if you approached him, he would cover his erotic drawings with work related pieces as if nothing was going on.
At that time Dud met his second wife and his second son, DMG, was born.
In the early 70’s they bought an arts and crafts supply shop, called “the jar” and he started his second pottery studio in the chicken coop out back.
Years later closed, when they closed, “the jar.” went to work at a local hospital as a painter.
In addition to regular painting duties, he painted murals throughout the hospital.
There were clouds on the ceiling of the maternity room; there was a scene of a local dam and spillway in the cafeteria.
There were clowns and robots in the pediatric center.
Hidden within the break room for the anesthesiologists there was an ornate frame painted on the wall with a bucolic scene of rolling hills and trees and cavorting naked ladies.
He had done murals for others throughout his life.
He had painted a bird’s eye view of the town center in a cousin’s dining room.
When I was a kid, he painted all the walls and ceiling of my room with clouds and sky.
When my wife and I built our house he painted the cathedral ceiling with clouds and flying birds.
He painted that ceiling on an eight-foot scaffold after recovering from hip replacement surgery.
He liked to cook, and collected cookbooks and recipes.
He was a voracious reader of any topic and collected books.
He drew every day, in addition to erotica.
He liked early jazz, Count Basie, Duke Ellington, Fats Waller, that sort of stuff.
He could read and speak French, one of the benefits of a classic education.
He had been a subscriber to the, “New Yorker” for many years.
He died, at the age of 82, on May 9, 1997.
He was sitting in his recliner, with his feet up, reading an article on French cooking in the New Yorker.
Live Long and
Prosper,
-DMG
Please check out the Dud's Erotica web site at: http://dudserotica.com/
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