Sometimes drawing takes over and writing takes a backseat.
I have finished the Greta and the Angels book and and felt pretty good about the drawings, but when the book came, I hated the typeface (Quinn didn’t care). I am starting from scratch and have been letting it stew … disheartened at the cost of self publishing and hoping a legit publisher (I have visions of Slugworth from Willy Wonka) will be seeking a good story for children about death and dying. In the meantime, a few of the drawings are up on Behance (https://www.behance.net/gallery/35940883/Greta-and-the-Angels).
While the book stews, I have been stuck in a grey, cold, snowy Wisconsin April, having a financial and mental crisis. I waver between panic and bed, headaches and candy, Netflix and whiskey. Luke comes home in four weeks (one year of college done already) and I am still adjusting to a house without him. Life feels unsteady and stale. I watched CNN’s The Eighties and just had my mouth open the whole time. The eighties? Wasn’t that yesterday? Oh. No. Wait. Where did my life go? What’s left of it?
A new series of drawings was born. A witness to heartache. A remedy for depression. Sharing them here with you, hoping perhaps they will find a home even though I don’t want to let them go. Ironic, right?
Titles for the works, along with descriptions, can also be found on Behance (https://www.behance.net/gallery/35940051/Letting-Go).