My two contributions to the Miyazaki Spirit show, which opened at the new Sketchpad Gallery over the weekend. A few months ago, I was privileged to be contacted by Time Beards, the show's curators, to exhibit at an exciting new space alongside a pile of illustration and design talent from my little Bay Area 'scene' and beyond!

In-progress shots for "Shishigami Forest"

The lineup also included work by by Luke Harrington, Craig Drake, Tracie Ching, Nicholas Kole, Kevin Wilson, Malisa Suchanya, Krystal Lauk, Brynn Metheney, Patrick O'Keefe, Chris Koehler, Jacob Magraw, and Jeany Ngo. Eventually, the show received a few high-profile write-ups on various pop culture blogs.

In no time, the list of attendees shot up into the thousands. Despite the inclement weather, San Franciscans and non-locals alike stood in lines that wound down long city blocks for up to three hours, but none were turned away, and none left disappointed. Estimates topped out at about ten thousand approximate visitors to the gallery over the weekend. The response has been so overwhelming that the gallery owners have decided to host another opening for the weekend of March 12th in order to meet demand.

Ft. fellow artists Patrick O'Keefe, Malisa Suchanya (as Kiki), and Jeany Ngo (as San)

Many of the original pieces have already sold, as well as some of the limited edition poster prints that were available on site, but remaining prints will be available on the gallery’s website once the show is over.

Personally, this has been hands-down the most insane response to an art-related event that I’ve never seen, and I am tremendously grateful to have even been remotely involved!

At nine years old, my assigned seat in the 4th grade classroom was near the bookcase, in a far corner. Being the studious type, I would often speed through any homework in class, and peer at the bookcase. One set of books, in particular, held my attention - each sporting a bizarre illustration with something that looked like a centaur-like-pegasus-like... thing on the cover. It was dark, baffling. Somehow, I had to read it. Very uncharacteristically of my quiet bookishness, I brazenly walked up to the teacher, and simply asked if we could read it in class. Imagine my surprise when, instead of being reprimanded, the teacher allowed it! During the reading, the rest of the children were confused, and often bored - but I was thrilled to my core. The book was Madeleine L'Engle's Wrinkle in Time.

Inasmuch as you can be defined as a person when you're nine years old, Wrinkle in Time was a threshold into multiple paths for me - a lifelong interest in science, a love for reading, the soaring interconnectedness of its philosophy, and the odd comfort the story offered me (as a very Meg-like child) that "fitting in" at school doesn't matter a bit when you've got a universe to save. As a rule, I try and reread the first two books of the Time Quintet every year... yet somehow it feels far too hallowed a thing to try my hand at this most-fanly of fan art. Well, until now. I'm intending this to be the first in a series of pieces dedicated to books I've loved.

I scoped out many different compositions, each with the intention of being viewed as a book cover: the protagonists, fleeing or feeling the scope of the challenges in store. Many of the compositions featured a graphic tesseract icon, which eventually I dropped purely because this amazing piece solved that problem so effectively.

Rough linework, no reference used at this point.

Final linework, completed after using reference and some simple photography.

I wanted to embroil the children in something larger than themselves, as they were in the story - not merely to show them fleeing from some undrawable "baddie." The antagonist that Meg, Charles Wallace, and Calvin face is depicted simplistically in the tale (simply referred to as "The Black Thing") but it collectively refers to anything springing from the worst aspects of ourselves: our fear, our hatred. The Black Thing is in us, in the children. It sings its own song. It caresses.

Above, in the stars, hover the shape-shifting, time-bending entities known as the Mrs. W's (Whatsit, Who, Which). Although they twine tendrils down among the children, they're held at a distance, fundamentally removed. Etched in starlight, they watch protectively, but leave the children to face their challenges alone. They're lit with starlight, bannered by hints at their angelic nature.

Painting in progress, held in my stretching board. This is near the end of the wash stages, before I begin adding strong values,

This piece was finished over a longer period than planned, (a spat of winter illness slowed me down) but I'm fairly pleased with the results. I'd like to revisit the kids' faces, some of the shapes, and perhaps work the graphic tesseract idea back in. While on some level I don't think I'll ever truly capture the joy of discovering L'Engle's classic for the first time with a pencil and paint, it feels just plain good to produce work dedicated to a story that I love. I'm certainly looking forward to more!