Early artwork (1994-1999)

A few days ago I looked through my files and found a CD with old scans: my earliest artwork. Drawings of ten, fifteen years ago. I thought they were lost, spread on covers of 7" inches and tapes of bands where I played or friends played or friends of friends played, on show flyers, and on all kinds of self publications.
If my drawings weren't printed somewhere, for me they didn't exist. I never cared about the originals. The originals were pieces of scrap paper (if you look closely, you can see what's printed behind), stained and creased. I liked them that way. It was exactly the beauty I was looking for.
I was part of something apparently called lo-fi culture. Amy Spencer wrote a book about it. It's ok.

I draw since I was a kid, and it has always been, before anything else, a physical need and pleasure, but it's in my early twenties when I started to think about my drawings as art. I had my idols: Osvaldo Cavandoli, Posada, Elzie Crisler Segar, Pettibon, Bonvi, Attilio Mussino, and Saul Steinberg, whose work I discovered on the cover of an Italo Calvino book (a collection of essays called Una pietra sopra: one of the essays was about Steinberg).
I loathed color (I love it now). I drew, like now, really small, and I photocopied my artwork and blew it up.
I am not posting these drawings because I think they are very good (although I still like them), but because it's like looking at a picture of me (me in my work) fifteen years ago.