The Tale of a Chair
Objects have secret lives too.
I’m a professional illustrator.
My job is to tell stories through images I create for my clients.
Translation: I’m a professional visual storyteller.
I should not have been surprised when I realized that many objects in my house whisper their stories to me — all the time.
Thank the Goddess above and below I sold my home of 21 years and moved to a new state-of-mind cutting my cost of living by 40%. When the pandemic caused my illustration business to completely dry up in the spring of 2020, I knew I would weather it. Had I not moved a year and a half before, just enough time in front of the pandemic, I would have needed to make heart wrenching choices about which cat could come with me in a rusty shopping cart while I found some bridge to live under. I would not have financially survived the complete shut-down of my business=income streams had I not moved.
Today we’re happily ensconced in a 100 year-old craftsman style home in a different state. I was spared the gut wrenching choice of which cat to choose. There’s plenty of ramblin’ room for me, my three fat, happy cats, dozens of zebra finches, several spectacular singing Spanish timbrato canaries (all living happily together in a large flight cage) and 90…
