Later this week, I'll be signing (real, bound, & very early!) copies of Dream Animals at Book Expo America. And now that it's feeling like a very real, fully grown book, I started thinking about what the book was doing this time, last year. I checked my email archives just to be sure, and my feeling was right: This time last year, the book was just a handful of pencil sketches.
Even though sometimes a year seems like a very long time, it's still astonishing to me what can happen in one set of twelve months. From nothing, a book can come true, an entire person can come true.
These are just ramblings that come on when I look at drawings like this, these wispy things trying to become something and the way some of them grow and some of them don't. Ramblings about the magic of time, and something where there was nothing.