Below is a picture of my mom with the family dog. Ordinary picture? Not exactly.
Mom is wearing a dress made with fibers she spun and wove from our dog! This picture was taken by a reporter for the local newspaper.
"And no, mom, I'm not not not wearing a skirt made of dog fur! What if it rains?"
And talking about smelly things--my childhood home smelled of boiled goldenrod (for fabric dye), rabbit glue (for making hats), and solder (for making jewelry). Mom was an artist--an experimental artist. So embarrassing.
After getting married, Francis McCall and I moved to a big, old house in Virginia with a backyard studio. Actually, it was a two car garage but . . .
I traded a giant painting of a peach to Peachtree Windows for a variety of remaindered windows. Every wall in my studio had windows in different sizes. My studio backed up to the woods. I did oil painting (header image), sculpture, and weaving.
My husband and his daughter would go to the library and bring home picture books. I thought, why not try writing and illustrating children's books?
I sketched a story about a mouse returning a shard of sunlight to the sun,
a story about snow animals coming to life,
and a little girl who receives a magic gift.
I put my illustrations and dummies in a portfolio, and took a bus to New York City. I mean, after seeing my mother's success at most every artistic chance she took, I thought becoming a children's book author/illustrator was an attainable goal. How hard could it be?
My website is: www.patriciakeeler-author-illustrator.com
represented by Liza Royce Agency www.lizaroyce.com