Quick illustration – leaves from my mom’s guava tree. Today’s inaugural poem made me think of the guava tree, planted from seeds my Lola smuggled to the US from the Philippines, and which flourished in my parents’ Los Angeles backyard.  We may have different stories but, in this country, we’re all Americans.

Practicing my lettering and working on Valentines Day cards. And if you’re in the Bay Area, I’ll be doing a Valentines Day trunk show at Rare Device on February 9th.
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