Over the past two years I often have found myself in a position of being in the middle of a project when I realize that I am simply uninterested in what I have created. Everything is fine, but completely uninspired. … Continued
” What’s a draft?” My daughter asked me. Well, it’s a piece of work that is finished, but also not finished. It’s a complete version, ready for edits, ready for the next step. “So it’s not actually done?” In the … Continued
Summer– home with my daughters during the day– naturally I had ambitions of getting so much done. It took at least a month for me to realize and remember that summer is impossible. There is no chance for any … Continued
Doing some quick facial studies today. What’s the best way I’ve found to do this? Use yourself as a model! Do whatcha need to do. No shame.
Last weekend, I took two days for myself. I checked into a nice hotel downtown– I wandered through the market, in and out of oddity shops. I looked at teapots. I explored a rooftop garden. I stopped in an Irish pub … Continued
He stops to rest, and looks up at the flowers towering above him. Up he climbs, up the twisting vines, up toward the the pink and golden buds that smile open to the sky. The leafy path smells fresh … Continued
A few days ago I finished my book dummy. I sat back, and thought to myself wow. ok. Well, now what? I’ve never really done this before, so the entire process has felt a bit like a now what? but something about this … Continued
Ready reader one, and two. That moment when someone who you care about– really, really care about– reads your work for the first time…. It’s one part terrifying, two parts very soothing. There is this sandwich of women who … Continued
Up to this point I’ve let myself write and illustrate this book in an uncharacteristically haphazard fashion. Some would say I’ve let it come organically; illustrating images at random after they’ve been dancing through my head at 2am. Deep within the nightly … Continued
The other day I took all of my completed drawings out of the accordion folder in which they live, and lined them up on the floor. My God. Staring at them all staring back at me. Whammy– I’m … Continued