I was eight years old when I met Jon Schnepp. We were both attending an art class in my church’s basement, and we were given free rein to draw whatever we wanted.
We both chose spaceships, as it was that strange, wondrous time between Star Wars and Empire. To put it mildly, his looked like a spaceship. Mine looked like I should maybe take up accounting. You wouldn’t have known it by the way he treated my work. He was the first person to just point out that I should do rough bits first, think through the functions of the various parts of the ship.
He was eleven. I mentioned that, right? Continue reading “Jon Schnepp Remembered”