When the Wind Blows…
I have a friend who loves the wind. She grew up in western North Dakota. While I was holed up in the farmhouse during prairie gales, poring over the illustrations in The Wizard… Continue reading
I have a friend who loves the wind. She grew up in western North Dakota. While I was holed up in the farmhouse during prairie gales, poring over the illustrations in The Wizard… Continue reading
I’m working on a picture-book project using the old nursery rhyme “Hickory Dickory Dock” as a springboard. In my version, Jock Tock, the Clock Doc, every inch a professional, and every inch a… Continue reading
Recently I set myself a challenge: three 16” x 20” Mother Goose paintings. The first was a re-do of a piece I’d done years ago for “Cock-A-Doodle-Doo!” Then I tackled a brand new… Continue reading
I admit it—I have “Mother” issues. Mother Goose, that is. Ever since my mother read to us from Richard Scarry’s Best Mother Goose Ever (c. 1970), I’ve loved the old rhymes. It’s… Continue reading
I’m working on preliminary drawings for a painting of “The House That Jack Built” and realizing, again, how editing an art piece resembles editing a manuscript. I’d like to say they’re neat pyramid-type… Continue reading