Something has happened. Something that will delay the printing of the 2019 Bob calendar.
My wife gave me an idea.
As you know, I had the cover to the 2019 calendar all set. The only things left to do were the months. Did I want to rush it and just put old art in the spaces? Or, did I want to do all new, never before seen art on each month. I opted for the latter. New art.
But life is crazy… and thinking of 12 new pieces of Bob art on top of everything else, while not impossible, is not something that lends itself to the concept of “Quickly”.
I whine a little. I don’t whine much, but when I do, it’s a good whine. I tell Lez about it… and I ask her: “Bob calendar – what’s the first thing that comes to your mind: GO!”
She says: Bob sunflowers.
I say thanks. I walk away. I think about it. It’s a good idea. It is at that moment I realize why I married her… for an idea on what to do for the 2019 Bob calendar.
So, the good news is that I have a concept. The bad news is that I don’t have to think of 12 ideas for art… I have to think of 13. (New Cover).
Over the course of a week I managed to pencil each month. I finished the inking yesterday. On to color.
Bob’s 2019 Year in Sunflowers will hopefully be available in late November.
To my wife Lezley, on our fourth wedding anniversary…
I know you hate when I do this, but since it’s only once a year I’m hoping you can give me a pass.
We shouldn’t work. We are too different… in every single way. Even down to the way we’ll spend eternity (you in the cemetery, me in an urn).
We know everything about each other. I love you. I can’t imagine life without you… and that’s saying something… because I like to think I have a decent imagination.
And I like to use “…” a lot.
When I proposed to you in December 2013, I said “… the worst day of my life with you is still better than the best day of my life without you.” Again, “without you” at the time seemed unimaginable.
Then, Wednesday, February 7, 2018 hit us all like a steam shovel locomotive 747 jet combination. For the first time, in all our time together, that unimaginable concept “without you” was ever so briefly on the table.
It sucked. It hurt. It was scary… and it REALLY pissed me off. Why was this happening? Why weren’t allowed to be happy? Were we taking something for granted? What the hell?
But you being the tough chick that you are soldiered on… didn’t always seem like the appointments, the treatments or the testing would ever end, but they did. I wasn’t there for all of it, but I was there for most of it. I still regret that.
October 18, 2014 was one of the best days of my life. You were the most beautiful bride I had ever seen. I look at that picture of you on that day every day – there’s one at each drawing board I work at. It has been said that a woman is the most beautiful she’ll ever be on her wedding day. Total bullsh-t. You’re beautiful every day… you contending you’re NOT beautiful makes you even MORE beautiful to me… and a little irritated because you won’t, even in passing, acknowledge that you are fiiiiine as hell.
But you know what? You were even MORE beautiful on the day of your last treatment and you rang that bell.I married that woman.