My whole life I've been secretly convinced that at some point I'm going to be able to pick up a pencil or a paintbrush and just be able to create something like this. In my mind, it's not so much about being born with a talent as it is discovering it at the exact right moment. Like all of the atoms are moving and I just have to be in tune with myself and the universe enough to know when's the right time.
It all makes perfect sense in this musty, fusty head of mine. Meanwhile, I love Julie Morstad's illusrations. There's something creepy and romantic and cover of a 1970 children's book about them.