I’m not an illustrator. I am not a hand letterer. Wait a minute, did I just write that? Yeah I did and its forever on the last page of my journal entry. Something feels wrong about this. I feel limited.
So then I go and listen to an awesome The Nose Knows Podcast. Jon Contino answers the question, when can you call yourself an illustrator. “It’s all in your head he says. You don’t need for someone to tell you, a degree or instagram likes…”
Not exactly his words but yeah that’s what he said. He’s right.
I don’t need a contest on instagram to tell me. For some reason I did look to this contest as a way to prove myself in a sense. I don’t need to do that. It was awesome to be part of this project. It was awesome to share my project. I am happy for all the winners! I’m happy that I was able to put this poster together. I am growing and working on amazing projects. Yes every now and then it is awesome to have a MOMA artist like my work. I’ll take that.
THERE YOU GO. I am an illustrator. Sure my are isn’t like the cool illustrations in a Curious George book. Nor do they have to be. That’s the point. I am an illustrator and a hand letterer. There are different styles and mine IS MY STYLE. I mean its my voice. Lots of people draw letters, with quotes, about life BUT ITS HOW YOU SAY IT. Shouldn’t I be telling my story? Yes.
All this goes back to the movie A STAR IS BORN and the phrase I learned from a character who when the world shouts impossible she says
…there are no impossibilities. She says it a smile.
I’ve got tons of them and yet I am painting this poster.
…which has me thinking about all the books I want to publish. Seems like there’s not enough time to get them all done. Maybe I should start with ebooks? Yes, that seems like a good idea. But I have dreams of holding my book in hand. I loved paining all of those trees. What about giving the ebook away for free? I want readers to imagine and be curious with every turn of the page.
I’ve been thinking about all of the lessons I’ve learned. I’ve learned that I’m not an illustrator. I doodle. I paint. I CREATE. Ok yes I illustrate but I realize my talent is along the lines of, The day the crayons quit or Eric Carle’s collage art. I could do that. Well. not like Carle BUT like ME.
I long to create this type of work everyday of my life. That’s why I painted this poster for #HOMwork. Painting this made me think of all the books I’ve either written or started painting.
I feel like I just have to share my work. I have days where I paint thoughts that pop in my head.
I have days where I work on books. Winning the scholarship could help me write my books the way I see them in my head.
-there are no impossibilities
I love this tree. Is there someway I can include this in my book? Yeah probably not. Literally, I placed myself in my art. Well, just my fingerprints but it was so much fun!
The paint was old and by old I mean the water separated from paint…if that’s possible. Ugh what a mess! But I was determined to paint something awesome.
My curiosity was invited to play so what else could I do but, PLAY.
I mixed my color with very little water, dipped my finger in color and panted. I painted until my tree looked right…paint with my eyes not my hands is a genius idea. Thanks Michelangelo.
Oh I had no clue what to do. Yet this beautiful tree happened.
My trunk is lookin’ good. Which brings me to fall. Fall is the time to shed all negativity, doubt,fear,worry and get ready for the beauty to come. The beautiy is all the awesome ideas to come.
This fall tree is in my wise trees book.
I’m ready to launch my first book, making sure all the details are taken care of.
I’ve started working on an elf book, she’s Ellie now. Her friends Gus, Ralphie and Nikki help her realize that togetherness and love build the biggest and bestest tree in the world…as Ellie would say.
-There are no impossibilities
You gotta make that story!–the email that I literally just read. Well, not exactly but the subject line singled me out. I’ve been thinking about this dream of making money doing what I love. I love art. I love art so much, I realize teaching 1st grade at an art program school isn’t the option for me. I love kids. I love learning but that’s not my story.
SO I sat thinking about the first days of my guest teaching. What’s changed since then? I check in, give my all and CHECK OUT. I check out, go home and paint.
What exactly have I done since them? Have I been running in the same place? I have but wait…I’ve painted hundreds of times. I’ve learned to trust my ideas…
The eraser tool has become such a friend! I draw and draw.
If I make a mistake who cares. I ‘ll make it work.What a relief.
I’ve learned that one idea leads to who knows where.
I’ve got this new talk of the town collection I’m working on. I keep jotting down ideas for books and yeah… the BEST PART OF ME IS I’M A CREATIVE WRITER. I’M A PAINTER. I love love love writing books. I had no idea how to publish a book and Wise Trees is done!
I will do the paper work to make it official and once in for all publish it. I’ve been doing a lot of writing since then and THE TIME IS NOW. NO someday I’ll wish upon a star, as Judy Garland sang. The time is now. No holding back. Back then, I lingered in someday and today I’m shouting THE TIME IS NOW. I have grown so much and I’m excited for the future because…
-There are no impossibilities.