Smitten

I began to illustrate this poem to commemorate the coming of fall while I was trying to come up with an idea for smitten. But the expression on the boy scarecrow's face ended up looking kind of gobsmacked and goofy as if he was astonished that the girl would be waving at him. Who really knows what goes on in the cornfield?

Sketches from the journal

Here's a sketch from my journal for the Illo Friday word: Quiet. It was my secret wish to work in a quiet library which I currently do not. Prophetically, the next day we received notice that we would now enforce the quiet policy of the library with the backing of administration, security, the various associations, and the weight of the Student Code of Conduct.

My first painting

Here is the first painting that I scanned and uploaded to the blog.