|I left space for a caption over my head... but still, I have no words.|
It might seem obvious to anyone who knows me, but Maurice Sendak is my hero. Like few other illustrators, he has had a huge influence on my art style and my persistence.
I remember reading about his life and learning that most of his childhood was spent in bed, recovering, and drawing. A lot of my childhood was also spent in hospitals, waiting rooms, bed and other really boring, lonely places. My mother and I would hand a drawing back and forth between us adding weird little bits and trying to outdo each other. (She also read me Agatha Christie stories!)
|Sendak was the Commencement speaker at RISD when I finally graduated. I thought my heart would burst from happiness. And yet I had no idea what to say to him.|
|I waited in line for over an hour. Again, I had no idea what to say. In my head, I was thinking "I want to do this! (make books that people love and will stand in line just to have me scribble in them)."|
|I painted this scene in my living room, 14 years ago, and I've used it as a growth chart for my kids and family members.|
Sendak, my imaginary mentor, cleared the path for weird, sickly kids with overactive imaginations! Hee hee. I am very grateful that I was able to meet him and that he lived such a long and interesting life. He is immortal through his art and his stories. But he will be missed.
There is a great article in the New York Times if you would like to read more about Maurice Sendak's life.