This book is dedicated to my very dear friend who was bravely battling breast cancer at around the time I started drawing these whimsical little girls in my sketchbook. At such times, we take comfort wherever we can find it and somehow these big-eyed girls offered me just that.

They gave me the chance to escape the world, even for a short time. They seemed to understand, could be whatever I needed: a joyful celebration of life, an expression of sorrow, a calm, reflective companion.

What mattered is that they were always there, trusting me to find the strength to...

This book is dedicated to my very dear friend who was bravely battling breast cancer at around the time I started drawing these whimsical little girls in my sketchbook. At such times, we take comfort wherever we can find it and somehow these big-eyed girls offered me just that.

They gave me the chance to escape the world, even for a short time. They seemed to understand, could be whatever I needed: a joyful celebration of life, an expression of sorrow, a calm, reflective companion.

What mattered is that they were always there, trusting me to find the strength to...