Currently working on a few sketches for Highlights (yay!) for a poem very much similar to a project I did during my sophmore year of undergrad called “Thumbprint” by Eve Merriam. My approach to illustrating “Thumbprint” were silhouettes of children on a large hand each representing a different finger print…this current assignment for the magazine oddly calls for the same type of approach as suggested by the art director. Weird! Who says you can’t really apply things you’ve learned in school to real life…who!? …me.
Well I use too.
Thumbprint by Eve Merriam (1916-1992)
On the pad of my thumb
are whorls. whirls, wheels
in a unique design:
mine alone.
What a treasure to own!My own flesh, my own feelings.
No other, how ever grand or base,
can ever contain the same.
My signature,
thumbing the pages of my time.
My universe key,
my singularity.
Impress, implant,I am my self
of all my atom parts I am the sum.
And out of my blood and my brain
I make my own sun and rain.
Imprint my mark upon the world
what ever I shall become.