Here is a very very personal blog post I would like to share with you, dear readers—my imaginary friend I had as a kid. I think I was ten years old or under. I had a couple of imaginary pals,but Alex here was the main one.
I know what implanted him in my brain—at my dentist’s office in the 1970’s, there was always this great book, Alexander by Harold Littledale. Essentially it is about a kid who is telling his dad about all the bad stuff his imaginary friend did that day, but the kid really had done the stuff and was outing it, with Alexander, the red horse with green stripes, as the scapegoat. It had really cool illustrations by Tom Vroman in it and I just loved it. I had to have my own Alexander.
So that nobody would think I was copying(seriously) I shortened my horse’s name to Alex. While he could do many of the things Alexander did, he still had more realistic horse ways about him and was more the proportions and size of a pony. He was red with white spots, and sometimes had a red mane/tail combo and sometimes a white one.
I had my grandmother make me a stick horse of Alex (which I will show in another post) and that furthered our adventures. I rode that thing all over the neighborhood. It’s funny; I see kids playing with them a lot these days, and I see stick horses in stores, but back then having one was social suicide. I didn’t care; I was already the weird kid. Plenty of kids I grew up with treated me like crap for it. I really didn’t see how it could get any worse.
I can’t seem to find it, but long ago I made a little book of Alex and drew pictures in it illustrating him in all sorts of vignettes, and I am hoping to recreate that with my new Alex Sketchbook.