I’m working hard to get coffee table book formatted, and clean up the dust and stains on the scans. It’s a big job. Then it hit me this morning–I painted all these pics! That’s a boat-load of illustrations. I have a definable body of work!
This may seem obvious to those that know me, and I get it. But, for me, it was a real bell-ringer.
It’s kind of like style. I know I have a style. People tell me that, and say they can recognize my art anywhere. Great! But I can’t see it. For me, it’s merely drawing and painting the best I know how, trying to not embarrass myself. There is no “style” in my equation.