As I round the corner to my oldest child’s birthday, 27 years of indelible, magic moments crush to the front of my mind. Saving the soliloquy which will cite my total adoration of him for the actual day, my attention is aimed first to a creative, colorful bent. Long gone are the days of baby …
The life of a freelance illustrator is akin to being on a permanent job hunt. My cottage industry, started on a whim, is a proverbial revolving door, with projects and new clients flying in and out, delivering a query, a challenge, some inspiration, plenty of enthusiasm and eventually, a check in the mail. Whimsy, luck, …
welcome to a new year with a fresh blanket of snow, merriment all around, and gobs of optimism and hope. happy days to all.
