Translation

Yesterday I saw a black and white illustration of a flip cell phone. The top part of the phone was a skull and I almost liked it. It haunted me. I woke at 2 AM and could sense my 'committee of sleep' busy at work, trying to create my own version of a visual editorial for "Don't Text and Drive!" When I finally got up, I sketched it out. It's a visceral, archetypal image.

Back in the day I loved editorial work, especially when the editors let me alone to do my magic. It's a strange alchemical process I came to love and trust. I miss the short deadlines and the newsroom rush!

Visual is my first language. Even when I was in therapy my answers to my therapist's questions often came as images that I translated into words.