Baby Boy Card- Elephant and Bird

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I went to a friends baby shower this weekend, which was really fun. It's always exciting to welcome a new little life into the world! Here's a card I illustrated a little while ago that is fitting for the occasion. I can't wait to meet their little boy, who'll be arriving at the end of May or early June.

Little Bird

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Here's a bird that enjoyed painting for a greeting card I recently illustrated. I've noticed lately that I just love painting birds! 

Birthday Fun!

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My 5 year old daughter got invited to a friends birthday party this weekend. Lots of of crafts, dressing up as princesses and strawberry cupcakes. Nothing can put a smile on my face as fast as little kids giggling. It was fun!

Little Friends Book -Oxford University Press

I recently got samples for an educational book and flash cards that I illustrated for Oxford University Press UK. The book is called 'Little Friends', and it's being published world wide. Little Friends is a British English course for very young children who do not read and write yet. My illustrations are interspersed throughout the book along with another illustrators'. Here's a sampling of some of my art that's in the book. It's great to see it in print!

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Happy March!

Here's a couple of birds to wish you a happy March! 

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Bear with Balloons

It's a beautiful day today. Sunny and warm, a nice change from all the snow and ice we've been having all winter. Hopefully Spring is on the way!

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Poe and Lovecraft Meet in Providence, 1909

Here's an illustration I did of Edgar Allen Poe (one of my favorite writers). My husband, Steve, wrote a poem to go along with it. It was nice to collaborate. Hope you enjoy!

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Poe and Lovecraft Meet in Providence, 1909

By Steven Withrow

The Athenaeum’s doors were locked 

For after hours. The idled ghosts

Of Model T’s at hitching posts

Resembled resting mares. They’d walked

Down separate steps, from different gates,

Alarumed out of iron sleep

By bells, an interview to keep,

A night’s commingling of their fates.

The Athenaeum’s reading room

Was dark, the hooded lamps lit low,

And Lovecraft, young still, begged of Poe,

“What eldritch summoning of doom,

What cosmic rite, has fetched you here?

I’d passed out, my new poem complete,

And soon awoke on Angell Street!”

He leaned in, offered Poe his ear.

The pale anachronism shook

His wild-haired—was it eyeless?—head,

A forceful gesture for the dead,

And fingered toward a black-bound book

That lingered on a higher shelf,

Its spine read Necronomicon,

And Lovecraft stood, but Poe was gone.

He’d face the grimoire by himself.