Twenty years ago today, my wife and I started on 2 bold new ventures. I had just started my freelance illustration career, and was just starting to get a few national magazine assignments, and my son Keenan was born in the late afternoon on Sunday November 5 1989. After all the years, and I don’t know how many thousands of drawings, this is the one creation I’ve been most consistently proud of having a hand in. Keenan is now living in Chicago, in his second year of college, studying jazz saxophone performance at Columbia.
After several weeks of hectic and busy, work has suddenly put on the brakes and left me stalled by the side of the road. So I’m the taking advantage of this brief assignment dry spell by catching up on a few personal projects. Did a holiday mailer image over the weekend, and on monday did a child’s portrait for a friend. Worked in a ‘pastel’ style, which I haven’t done in several years. Back when I was first starting out, this was what I had visions of being my ‘signature style’, but I had no idea at the time how difficult shipping and protecting fragile pastel art could be (or how messy it would make my office for that matter). Of course, digital pastels have none of those problems, but I rarely work this way anymore, even though the digital tools seem to emulate the real thing fairly well.
But if this train runs me right, I’ll be home Saturday night,
and I’m 900 miles from my home…