Hello, friends.
First, a quick secret:
I accurately guessed that my optician was Macedonian.1
Now, down to brass tacks:
Instagram seems to have deleted me. I’ve tried *everything* short of finding someone who works for Meta and can help. (Anyone? Anyone??). I’m surprised by how heartbroken I feel. Ten years (10!) of posts and friendships and inspiration. All gone. Sigh.
I am, however, still making a ton of art! Everything needs to get out of my house, so please ask for anything you see here, here, here, and here (these are four unpublicized posts with high-res images and more info).
Now, a few sneak-peaks of what I’m workin’ on:
Meet Page.
Page was born almost completely blank.
Except, it turned out every fiber woven into her being came from the paper and trees before her (with a little stardust mixed in):
Meanwhile, this is me, pregnant2 and chillin’ with a Laysan Albatross:
And here is my special place, watched over by a Northern Mockingbird:
If you can guess why I’ve chosen these two birds I will… make a print of one of these and mail it to you (or send a digital copy). Your choice.
Thank you so much for tuning in, dear hearts.
-Lizzie3
PS: I’ve made a Twitter account (mostly focusing on picture book stuff) if you’d like to follow me here.
She had a Greek-ish last name and looked like Deanna Troi from Star Trek: The Next Generation.
I’m not currently pregnant. Used to be. Done got two. Now, in the words of my friend Jen H, “this factory is shut down.”
Oh yeah, I was a “Lizzie” until high school. I’m still Lizzie-sized, but I’ve grown into a full Elizabeth.