
What I could do for you, if you'd be amenable to it, would be to e-mail you a generous sampling of my jpegs for
"Journey to Marry the Princess", so that, for starters, you'd be able to see what I'm talking about, in the way of art and illustration --- since, per your profile, that's what you're doing for a living, at the moment.
You're in Burbank? I'm not far from you, in Henderson, NV. (It's alongside 'Vegas, going toward the dam.) Funny anecdote about Burbank: We had to drive out there, to bury my dad, at Mt. Sinai (Forest Lawn, "Heeb" Section!), in '04. I grew up in the L.A. area; I had gone to Canfield Ave. Elementary, Louis Pasteur Jr. High, Hami and Fairfax --- but we had been living out this way since '89.
Well, my daughter, then-son-in-law (they're divorcing, now), my mom and I were scheduled to meet the family at the cemetery, at 4:00 p.m. My soon-to-be-ex-son-in-law was driving. My kid brother, who
still lives in the area, in Torrance, told Aaron to
get off the "10", after passing through San Bernardino! (That's not the way there, of course.) I warned Aaron that he'd get lost --- and probably end up
in Elsinore, if he followed those directions --- but dudes dig "short-cuts", so he went ahead and made a left, down the first offramp after San Bernardino. Ten minutes went by, not more, before we all saw the sign up ahead that read:
"Hemet/Elsinore"!
Well, we got to the funeral parlor at 4:00 on the nose, anyway --- but that was because
I talked Aaron through driving the rest of the way there.
We got into the "line to go say 'goodbye'" --- and, when we had buried each of my mom's parents there (1975 and 1979), this had taken place in a
private room, off to the side --- so I thought it was, again. --- So it got to be my turn --- and I started
talking to "what was left of" my dad. My last comment was:
"By the way, you know how you had always told me that I
supposedly have 'no sense of direction'? Well, it sure wasn't
Alan(my kid-brother with the "short-cut")
or Aaron who got us here. If
I hadn't redirected his mistake, your grandson-in-law would've had us stuck in Elsinore!"
Having said that, I turned and saw my brother, who, with this major "p.o"ed look on his face, guided me through
the curtain behind me which, as it turned out, was
the only thing separating the immediate family "saying 'goodbye'" from the entire guest list, in their seats; they had heard everything!
What do you do, then? I looked out at all of them and went: "Thank you all for coming!" (It felt as though I had just
given a "performance", there!
My father, as it happens, died of an ingrown toenail and was fired for dying --- but that's a whole other (funny, now, after-the-fact) anecdote!
Anyway, back on the subject of animation, if you want to, you can give me your e-mail address, so I can "show you what I've got". Otherwise,
who is it that you do know, out there?
Thanks again, in advance!