While considering how to sum up my artistic year, I realized this sketchy little painting of my character Trilobite Boy fleeing anonymous hands was already doing that.
These are my unexpected deer in the woods. My chop wood, carry water. My contemplation of water flowing over pebbles. My deep breaths. Standing within the Royal Ontario Museum, sketching fossil skulls.
Before I began blogging over 7 years ago, I was already putting bat and insect wings on the extinct aquatic arthropods known as trilobites.
Sometimes, the pathway to a new idea becoming universally accepted requires a steady stream of little nudges, small pebbles thrown into the lake.