This is what its like to feel humbled.
On New Year’s Eve my sisters and I lost our last surviving grandparent---our mother’s mother, Mamaw, nearly a year to the day that our grandfather, Pap, died. If I were to paint you a picture of what grandparents are supposed to be like, they’d be the perfect models. I have nothing but good memories.
A few years ago, Mamaw gave me a Singer Feather sewing machine that had been passed down in our family. I’m not a seamstress, but I guess Mamaw felt I was creative and would appreciate it.
Little did either of us know at the time that a print would come from it that would 1) help kickstart my dream of being an 'real' illustrator and 2) would end up being featured in my favorite magazine in the days following her death.
I don’t have the words.
Read my original post on the print here.
Get a little preview of the current issue of Uppercase here.
[Photo Courtesy of Uppercase Magazine.]