I have always loved your books. I appreciate the way you experiment with different mediums to create the art for your books. The Book of Mistakes remain one of my favorites.
So much about making art is noticing the world around us, and needing to explore it through making marks on a paper.
There’s something beautiful about how this began as a private habit of noticing and slowly became a shared language with readers. The idea of a “community of notice-ers” feels especially resonant right now, when attention is so often pulled elsewhere. I love that the hearts are not just sentimental symbols but anchors to place, memory, and connection. The way the collection and the poem grew alongside each other says a lot about how art forms over time. It makes me want to start looking more closely at the sidewalks and shorelines in my own life.
My mom has always picked up heart-shaped stones on our beach walks. 💛
I have always loved your books. I appreciate the way you experiment with different mediums to create the art for your books. The Book of Mistakes remain one of my favorites.
So much about making art is noticing the world around us, and needing to explore it through making marks on a paper.
Never stop exploring.
There’s something beautiful about how this began as a private habit of noticing and slowly became a shared language with readers. The idea of a “community of notice-ers” feels especially resonant right now, when attention is so often pulled elsewhere. I love that the hearts are not just sentimental symbols but anchors to place, memory, and connection. The way the collection and the poem grew alongside each other says a lot about how art forms over time. It makes me want to start looking more closely at the sidewalks and shorelines in my own life.