That was the moment that I realized that she saw much more than I did in the world around me. The leaf had a beautifully convoluted pattern etched into it by some sort of leaf borer. One day while walking with Ursula on the grassy hills surrounding the house, she bent over and picked up a leaf and showed it to me. I went there to observe, study and draw reference on site for the illustrations. While I was working on the illustrations for the book, I spent a few weeks with Ursula and her family at her childhood summer house in Sonoma County – the setting for Always Coming Home. I created 101 illustrations, mostly in pen and ink, but including a few woodcuts. I worked on the book for a year and a half, taking time off from school to complete it. The book would come in a boxed set with a cassette tape. She wanted someone young and not yet “jaded” about work. Ursula had written Always Coming Home, an archaeological study of a culture that “might be going to have lived a long, long time from now” and was looking for someone to illustrate it. The reason Todd Barton called a 20-year-old college junior was because he knew I had an interest in scientific illustration (I was pursuing a double major in art and anthropology) and had seen a fair amount of my student work. I figured that I should memorize the author’s name so I could find them and finish them some day. I had read one and a half books of the Earthsea Trilogy in high school, but had to give the set back to my friend so never finished the rest. In the summer of 1982 when I was 20 years-old, I got a call from Todd Barton, the then music director for the Ashland Shakespeare Festival and a former teacher of mine at the University of Oregon, asking if I would be interested in working on a project with Ursula Le Guin and him. I worked on several book projects with her, and kept in touch over the years.

She was very generous in her collaborations. I am fortunate to have been one of the many people whom Ursula Le Guin brought into her creative universe. I knew she was getting older, but she still seemed invincible to me.

Always Coming Home by Ursula K. Le Guin