This is a new illustration for an on-line promotion my agent, Tugeau 2, is sending out.
The direction was to think back to what is best, or worst, remembered about this transitional time of year, when everything changes- the air is crisp, the leaves are turning, it gets dark earlier, and the long slow summer days are history.
My first thought was the intoxicating smell from that just-opened new box of crayolas, preferably the 64 crayons one. It was the smell of limitless creative possibility. I raced out to Walgreen's and bought a new box, brought it home, cracked it open, took a sniff. Just as with Proust's madeleine, I was 8 years old, getting ready for first day of school tomorrow.
Not bad for a $5.35 (tax deductible) investment.
Has anybody seen my skate key?