![]() Ivy and I battled infertility for four years before having our first child, Sky a pregnacy that began with in vitro fertilization (IVF) and ended with a cesarean. She inspired characters in my work (especially and explicitly Meg in The Sculptor), and she was also a muse for the hundreds of young actors she taught and directed over the years in local children’s theatre productions. She was my “muse” in the old, romantic sense a force of life and love, an inspiration. ![]() The highs and the lows of living with her were exhilarating and exhausting. Ivy was funny, kind, creative, endlessly talkative, sexy, and smarter than me in oh so many ways-but she was also prey to fits of depression. I fell in love with her the following year, but I carried that love for the next seven years secretly as she had been otherwise engaged in one way or another throughout that time.īut when the stars finally aligned in my favor, I seized my chance, and on December 23, 1986, I told Ivy that I loved her, and one year, one month, and one day later, we were married. I met Ivy during my first weeks of college in 1978. I’ve written about Ivy’s death only sparsely so far, because such a bottomless loss can’t be summed up in words, but I’ll do my best to at least relay the essentials here. On April 28 of this year, Ivy died in a car accident on her way to bring our youngest, Winter, home from the University of Michigan where she had just gotten her masters degree. The globe design was based on a page from my 1993 book Understanding Comics so it was kinda nice to finally get my hands on one.īut we also passed a kind of milestone no one can ever be prepared for… I’m now officially OLD, having received the Eisner Awards’ Hall of Fame award last year. We passed some milestones in the last couple of years. We’ll see! Not counting any eggs before they’re hatched, but you never know… New for this month: We’re happy to announce a gorgeous new edition of my 2015 graphic novel The Sculptor (speaking of five hundred page books that took years).Īs of this writing, there’s still a chance that it will be a movie, by the way. Swing by the presentations page for more info. Nevertheless, I’ve continued to do my lectures and workshops, albeit virtually in some cases. I still haven’t gotten Covid as of this writing-fingers crossed!-but the pandemic at large did keep us home for big stretches of 2020-2022. Oh, and I’m also working on a big secret project we hope to announce in the coming months! It’s a preposterously ambitious full color project covering the evolution and biology of vision principles of visual perception demonstrations of how visual elements behave in the mind’s eye best practices for clarity, explanation, and effective rhetoric and some personal reflections on our family’s experiences with blindness. The book has taken me years so far, but I sincerely believe it’ll be worth it. The second draft of my (neurotically-tight) layouts ran 571 pages, and I’m determined, as I plow through my third-and hopefully final-draft, to make it substantially shorter and less rambling. I’m still working feverishly on my massive book about visual communication. Yeah, yeah, nobody reads site blogs anymore, but I have a lot to talk about-more than can fit in a tweet-and this seemed as good a place as any to put it all into words… Photo taken at the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston. International breastfeeding symbol, designed by cartoonist Matt Daigle.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |