Tape Marks on the Wall

Did you tape illustrations from magazines and newspapers up on your wall when you were a kid?

I still do. The poster for Macy's Flower Show is out-of-this-world beautiful. The Chronicle ran it full-page and I immediately cut it out and taped it up on the cabinet in front of my desk. Google told me that Chris Buzelli did it.

From what I gather, the posters aren't for sale. But rumor has it that if you go to Macy's and buy something, you will get a shopping bag with the art printed on it.

p.s. It looks like the beach glass may be making a comeback.

Tuesday

Just in case you need to have a color proof made, Hanson Digital is the place to go. It's right down the street from the Dogpatch Cafe, and the owner, Mark is a nice person to boot. He's also an artist and a photographer.

Hardly any beach glass these days, though Peter found a giant piece yesterday with a big "P" on it.

Sweet!!

The Coastal Trail After the Rain

Toasting Janet

I got to meet Judy Sierra today as she zoomed through town on her way south. We're toasting Janet Schulman; I think we both have tears in our eyes. Judy wrote the book below, We Love Our School–and Janet edited it and suggested that I illustrate it. It will be available June 28.

Monday Evening

First Day of Spring

Peter and Anne made a drop off.

What kind of duck?

From: Barbara
Date: March 20, 2011 9:32:44 AM PDT
Subject: What kind of duck?
To: Leenda, Tom, Bill, Holly

sent from Barbara's iPhone


From: Holly
"Duck"tile (a wide eyed innocent easily led astray)

My Pal Sal

I got to have a turkey sandwich and an Anchor Steam with my pal Sal (aka Stray) and her husband Pat at Mocca. Sal's taking the Hartford Art School traveling MFA illustration program. Jealz!! The school was stationed in San Francisco all week.

Little House

Dear Diary

No more beach glass. It's simply disappeared.


Walking back, we decide to check out Java Beach. If there's a table available, we'll have dinner. No table.

But this wondrous sliver of a park is going in down the middle of the Great Highway in front of Java Beach. It's breathtakingly beautiful. Huge stone benches, flowers, and look: they've recently started an edible garden. I guess we could have eaten from the edible garden but we decided to order Pad Thai instead.

And last night: I met my writing pardner Nancy at the Cliff House bar. We had never met–only exchanged writing for a week and hit it off. I wish I had a photo. But it was too dark and foggy to see anything 6 inches in front of you. Even inside, it seemed.

Sometimes when I'm with a new person, I'm so happy and excited (if I like the person) that the words coming out of my mouth don't make much sense at all. I jump from one topic to another like crazy and often realize too late that I'm not letting the other finish her thoughts. I might try to make an effort to slow down and listen.

One thing you must know about Nancy: She lives in Half Moon Bay within walking distance of Barbara's Fish Trap.