Saturday, December 4, 2010

Moving on

On to lighter themes. Back to trying new styles and chipping away at the ever challenging publishing biz. Am known to be able to morph styles to fit the publisher's needs. To the right was a piece done as a sample for publisher. Art director had wrong info on project, making my piece another sample to pile on the portfolio heep. He's a sweetiey though, and it was fun to do. Keeps me from being bored. Would prefer a project from them though....after a lonnng time waiting. Am starting a project on monday, that could prove to be something cool. Or not. It's on the hush hush. May do some t-shirt designs as well, while continuing my rep duties. Here is an illustration of Alice in Wonderland, done in my newly reborn pastel style. AD likes it, need to do more in this vein. God knows my pastel skills have advanced after the "trial"....oh, there is goes, popping into my head again.

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It has been a long haul doing the Steven Hayes trial in New Haven Superior court. Tuesday was the beginning of the end at the agonizing sentencing hearing. We heard the family make “impact statements" telling how the murders had destroyed their lives, wondering if they would ever be able to lead a normal life again, as the beautiful beaming faces of the victims flashed across a screen. Baby pictures, vacation shots. Happiness. Gone. Tears streamed down the faces of men and women alike. Then Steven Hayes spoke. He stood, facing the judge as he read a statement he had supposedly written, bearded and scruffy, in an oversized bright orange prison jumpsuit, a mix of Elmer Fudd and Charles Manson. His voice had an unexpectedly goofy quality, maybe it was a minor lisp. Judge Jon C. Blue then pronounced the death sentence to Hayes in a dramatic and serious tone, ending with “ may god have mercy on your soul.”

Outside the courthouse the reporters waited for the family to come forward with a statement. There was none to come, but a written piece passed out to all. The other courtroom sketch artist came out, and knelt before the cameras, offering her sketch to all those who wanted it. Good lesson. The day had been so painful, listening to the family's wrenching descriptions of their loved ones, their deep loss and the way the loss will effect them always. I was heavily effected by the intensity of the statements, being the emotional sort. Then there was a rude awakening later that evening. The drama was not over for me.................