Illustration Process

Originally published in Popshot Magazine
Issue 16 2015

After the first read of the poem, the concept came to me immediately.  From past experience, I have found that instinct and inspiration often not always produce the strongest results. 

Final ink drawing   

Final ink drawing  

Flats and color added in Photoshop  

Flats and color added in Photoshop  

The final

The final





Now is the time for mending,

the season I shed the dead

skin of old love,

so the heart can once again 

become a living thing.

I have been made small in the wake

of winter; I feel feverish & weather-worn

by a particularly soggy spring.

But there is a wren that flutters

inside my chest, trilling

louder than the murmurs of love

that doesn’t stay.

I feel the click of its beak

as it chips away at my sternum,


for the moment it breaks

through the bone

and hits the nerve that will send me

diving into the summer

with speed and delicacy

in search of new modes of destruction,

singing I have found a trajectory

that is my own.

 -Jon Lemay