When I published Inkblot: Drip, Splat and Squish Your Way to Creativity last spring, I got a couple of surprising inkblots in the mail right away. One was from my father (which I will post, too, in a couple of weeks), and this one from my great and good friend, Frank Krenz. The antennae on the butterfly are dimensional, it is done with watercolor, which somehow adds these tiny, lively, vein-like marks–like lungs, like a heart. The creature has been poised on my wall–ready to take flight and leave this world.
Frank died recently–an amazingly painful loss. He was a remarkable person, a fantastically gifted draftsman–the guy could really draw. He was a wonderful costume designer, filled with ideas. I miss him every day.