Tuesday, July 22, 2014


I've been working on a few new book dummies (in preparation for the fast-approaching summer SCBWI conference).  They are from very different worlds... but I am enjoying hopping back and forth between them.

is a poem about how the heart can open, close and open again.  


is a story about a small shoe shop, the factory outlet shoe store across the street, and what happens 
on a day when the North and the East winds come to town, looking to buy shoes...

Here are a few images from SoreFEET...

Soon the winds approached Wesley McNub's FACTORY OUTLET SHOE STORE.

And so...the North and the East wind both came to be in Ned's shoe shop....

...and were soon shopping for shoes.

Yesterday, as I was adding color to these drawings of the North and the East winds, my father-in-law was reading to my daughter from Carl Sandburg's Rootabaga Stories.  

It was one of my very favorite books as a child, but she and I have just begun to read them.  So this was a story I hadn't heard since my mother read it to me when I was a little girl.  His story telling and language are as captivating now as they were then.  Considering what I was drawing, I especially enjoyed this bit...

"A little blue wind was blowing 
and the many balloons tied to the braids of the six girls 
swung up and down and slow and fast whenever the blue wind 
went up and down and slow and fast.....

The first little girl put her thumb under her chin, looked up at her six balloons floating 
in the little blue wind over her head, and said: 
'Balloons are wishes.  The wind made them.  
The west wind makes the red balloons.  The south wind makes the blue.  
The yellow and the green balloons come from the east wind and the north wind.' "

-Carl Sandburg
from Rootabaga Stories

my heart, my heart

I've been working on some new images for my portfolio, as well as two new book dummies 
(getting ready for the summer SCBWI conference in LA).   

Here are a few images from one of the dummies, my heart, my heart:

my heart can be tiny

my heart can be large

my heart is a fence

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Tuesday, March 4, 2014


Another shoe shop sketch, this time of Mabeline and Meghan McKnight:

"...agreeing, for the first time ever, on something."

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

NYC SCBWI 2014 preparations

Portfolio is almost ready...


clam tide

Since the summer SCBWI conference in LA and my portfolio critiques, I've been working on a book dummy (CLAM TIDE) about a young girls first night-time dig for razor clams.  Here are a few sketches and prints from that story...

Mama says I can stay up late tonight

Just my raincoat...

Look what I found!

Papa says there are millions of razor clams hiding beneath the surface of the sand.

That boy has a shovel just like mine!

Now my feet are wet and cold.

My first clam!

I tell Mama I want to clean my own clams when we get home.

Mama says "we'll see..."