Heirloom Rainbow

Yesterday, while browsing through stacks of illustrations kept in boxes and sealed in my mind for years, I found this little work with a date from 1998.

Left as an heirloom, by myself in a distant past, only some months before I got my first commission on a newspaper to cross the threshold of my sobriety as an artist to become a professional illustrator in the whirlpool of compromising my flow to deadlines, client’s demands and art director’s specifications.

Today, this girl already curious about what lies on the other side of rainbows, is not so distant after all, as I recognize myself in this love for weaving words with visuals and a graphic attitude with no concerns for what can truly define an artwork.

I guess, when one major cycle ends, then… it starts all over again.
Just at a higher pitch.

I’ll leave the clumsy writing in the piece just as it is, for the sake of naïveté.