Since The New Yorker doesn't accept unsolicited cover submissions, I'm hoping if a make a few fake covers I might get a cease and desist (and a contract, of course).
I'm a little crazy about dogs (and those old advertising posters by Leonetto Cappiello). I combined those passions into a series of twelve posters and was awarded a Communication Arts Outstanding Illustration Award.
I actually did the first poster, OLIO D'OLIVA PERRO, based on my wire haired Jack Russell, Olive, before deciding to do eleven more breeds to round out the collection. The prints have been available online since 2007 and have sold in the thousands around the world.
These all started as small sketches before being painted digitally at very large scale in a program called Painter. I began by choosing the most popular breeds, then researched breed origins before creating of the fictional products that match the area of breed origin. For example, the earliest Pugs are attributed to China, before the Dutch took a strong liking to them and bred their own distinct line.
I designed this mural to reflect the personality of our agency.
It's meant to tell the story of the journey we and the experiences we design take as the make their way from Fantasy to Reality.
I was honored to design and illustrate this book cover for my friend, Dena. Her humor and openness shine through in her book, and I tried to make them shine through on the cover.
A month before she was to celebrate her fortieth birthday in Italy, Dena Taylor was diagnosed with breast cancer. In seconds, she is transformed from enthusiastic traveler to frightened patient. Told with grace, candor and inimitable wit, I Don’t Wanna be Pink is the story of a single, independent woman and the tumor that threatens to change her life. With support from a colorful cast of loved ones and her own self-determination, Taylor contends with painful procedures and upsetting encounters with callous insurance reps, well-meaning strangers, and potential lovers. In her darkest moments, she doubts her strength and worthiness of love. Ultimately, she grapples with whether she must join the pink, public march of advocacy or give herself permission to live life undefined by disease.