I am stoked to share this video and images for our new WeGiveBooks campaign in Haiti. But... I gotta wait till I get the green. Light, that is.
Soon, though. I promise I will post it just as soon as I am able.
In the meantime, I will share a piece I have been thinking about for a few weeks. It has grown on me in its simplicity and narrative.
I was painting for Brian's CD cover. Brian is a very old and dear friend so I didn't want to screw this up. So, I did a number of paintings to find my way, and this was one that came out quietly. It was too young for the music, but as it sat in the corner of my studio, it began to grow in my mind as a piece that magically expresses my feelings toward this field of children's book writing and illustrating.
Most of this work is done in the dark.
Possibilities, hopes, dreams, pipe dreams, delusions... all created by the luminous writer/illustrator while the rest of the masses slumber.
Most of this work is done in the dark.
No prospect for success, let alone compensation. Yet, we advance. We crawl together like the melted bits of that one bad guy in Terminator 2. We crawl in the dark. We persist, against all odds and, truly, against common sense. We bloom in the desert. In the dark. We shine bright at night.
We explorers of the unborn.
The unborn idea.
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It has grown on me in its simplicity and narrative.
Your work always carries a magical air about it. Props mate.
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Great stuff Jesse! Love what you do.
Your poem really hits home right now. The struggle and rejection we experience as illustrators is astonishing. All for those too brief moments of joy and success. Are we masochists? Like a moth to the flame we keep coming back for more...
Great art as always Jesse!
Perfect post! I absolutely *love* this post, the sentiments, and this piece! It is magical!
Thanks for the beautiful meditation. I love this piece, and the poem.
Your work always carries a magical air about it. Props mate.
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