My ‘desk’ is a futon couch covered (like all desks) with mountains of utterly intriguing and invaluable scraps of paper, sketches, and tools of the trade. Tea ware, incense, scrap paper, rulers, writing boards, laptop, an old fashioned suitcase full of art supplies, old poster designs, new sketches, ‘reference books’ of Alphonse Mucha & Trina Schart Hyman illustrations, music and video files from the plays, the to-do list (hidden somewhere under it all), and my wide-brimmed green hat to shade my eyes when the sun angles through the window around two o’clock.
Today, Hope lies on the top of the pile.
Hope at the End of the World, an illustrated novel, (which I hope is as philosophic, beautiful, and heart-warming as The Little Prince), tells the metaphoric story of our times. Beginning with a prayer for our world and ending with an answer, the heroine, Hope, embarks on a quest to find a way to keep our world from ending.
The Art Nouveau inspired illustrations keep my eyes and hands busy crafting beauty, looking for flow and grace in every nuance of my own life. A walk on the mesa I live on becomes a study of form, foreground and background. Incense taunts me, dares me to try to capture its curves and shapes. All around me the majesty of our world smiles as I attempt to bring you a little of its wonderment in this book.