After Franz Hals

I first encountered an image of a Franz Hals painting in a book my parents had that was titled (I think): Art Treasures of the Louvre. I didn't actually see a canvas of his until I was seventeen and wandering around the European painting rooms of the Metropolitan Museum of Art with my mouth hanging open, at least metaphorically. My appreciation was heightened by taking the Northern European Painting course taught by Howard McP. Davis at Columbia during the Autumn 1968 semester. The drawing "After Franz Hals" is an attempt at an iconic, if somewhat romanticized, portrait of myself in my early twenties that I did in my late thirties while sitting through some horrendously boring meeting at Louis Harris & Associates.