My first venture into doing art that could be interpreted as erotic was while I was in fourth grade. My teacher had a mildly sadistic form of punishment which involved drawing a box in the upper left hand corner of the chalkboard and labeling it "N-G-C". This stood for "NOT GOOD CITIZEN". Needless to say, I spent much of my year as a "Bad Citizen". Bad Citizen Dale did things like talking out of turn, not bringing my library books back on library day (every Thursday), and most serious of all, drawing pictures of naked girls. While being in the "N-G-C" box, I decided to make the most of it and I changed the meaning of "N-G-C" from "Not Good Citizen" to "Naked Girl City". Since I was always drawing, it was natural to put this fantasy on paper. Naked Girl City was an innocent enough place with young women walking their dogs on the sidewalks in the nude or happy smiling ladies waving from the tossed open windows of skyscrapers. All of the women had impossibly perfect round breasts because it wasn't until much later that I learned that the compass was not a good tool to use for drawing realistic appearing bosoms. Sadly, my teacher found out about the pictures and I earned many weeks in the punishment box. Forty years later my art almost always turns up in box forms and deals in themes of frustration, containment, rule following, and voyeurism. Go figure.