Abigail halpin

For years, I’ve said I wanted to write my own books. And I’ve made attempts at this with results ranging from passable to flat-out dreadful. But ultimately, nothing ever quite resonated. Whatever this is, however, has clicked. So since September, I’ve been working through an outline. Plot lines woul

I haven’t done a sketch dump in ages, so here’s bits from my sketchbook. In the interest of full disclosure, I’ve taken things from assorted pages and it looks nowhere this clean and orderly. It’s funny the things that rise to the surface when you zone out and start drawing, but also what remains u

I am whittling away at work. Carving prints and sketching for a picture book dummy, still chipping away at the longer book. And I am trying to get back into the habit of sketchbook keeping (above). Once finished, she looked like she needed some forgotten blooms. So I picked a few, then walked back t

This has felt like an exceptionally long winter. It seems that way for most people? But a bright spot has been the new season of All Creatures Great and Small . The second the opening credits start, every bit of stress melts away and for 45 minutes I can escape into a story of first rate fry ups,

A few weeks back, I stumbled on a newspaper clipping about my great-grandfather’s cousin’s disappearance. Late one spring night, Owen Halpin left the house, distraught. He would later be found drowned in the East River. You can read the rest of the story here . It’s heart-breaking. And mysterious.

Illustration - Abigail Halpin

Little G — (via Abigail Halpin: Gathering)

Monday afternoon ink and pencil doodles.