The rewrite was laborious for a teen with little focus, and though you would think the illustrations would be the easy part for me, my lack of ability ended in pursuing medical school as a career instead.
So by the time I got back to children’s books, I had finished college, did NOT go to med school, worked my first job as a lab tech at the NIH, moved to Canada for grad school and found a way to torture myself with cadaver dissection without the payoff of a medical degree, worked my first medical illustrator job, and moved to New York for my second, third and fourth jobs.
On a visit to Toronto in 2005, I saw that fateful symbol at an exhibit on Indigo-dyed batik textiles. There were many symbols depicted, but none caught my eye like this one.
In 2012, I found more images. Now, I’m injecting my own ignorant opinion here with my initial impressions of the imagery (text in white), but take a look in particular at the version in the upper right corner…can you guess which one was my favorite?