On the morning of 9-11, I sketched a new project. My wife was 9-months pregnant, due to have our baby boy any day. I wanted to start and finish the project before she went into labor. The day before, I’d mailed final artwork for the book SUMMER SUN RISIN’ to Lee & Low Books in NYC. When the towers were hit and eventually fell, I thought my artwork — and six months of painting — was gone. Selfish thoughts, I know, but that’s what went through my mind those first few minutes.
Today I’m thinking about all the people who lost their lives on 9-11. I’m thinking about people who lost a father or brother, a mother, a child. Artwork can be replaced, lives can not.