Spreads from my final book for Drawing for Illustration.
The written passages are taken from various poems by Emily Dickinson. To me one of the most beautiful aspects of Emily's work is that way it pairs the airiness and spirituality of life with the mysterious, ever-present entity of death -- having the two exist in shifting balance. To me, she doesn't treat death with despair, but more of a reverent curiosity. A curiosity for the delicate beauty of the fleeting world around us, and a desire to find root in that with no permanence.
I felt these things somehow connected to cycles of death and renewal in flora, the delicate yet everlasting quality of nature, and alternations between loss and discovery in relationships.
So, I assembled the excerpts and images in a way to tell that story.