The Traveling Red Dress

A few days ago, I logged into my email account and opened a gift – an email from my sister, the subject: “Something for you to doodle”.

….Something to doodle indeed.

If you haven’t already heard, the news of Jenny Lawson’s Traveling Red Dress Project is flying, just like the dresses.  It’s about generosity, about self-worth, and the worth of others.  It’s about our own little brand of magic, and you can learn more about it here:

The following illustration was inspired by this comment:

Comment of the day: When you said “Ball gowns are flying across the country”, the first thing I thought of was looking up in the        sky and seeing scores of victorian dresses flying through the air. And a small child, who is walking down the street with her mother would look up at the sky and ask: Mommy, what are those things? And the mother would smile, look down and say to her child: That’s hope. ~ Plaidfox

So here is Hope.

Hope - Papercut, 2012



30 thoughts on “The Traveling Red Dress

  1. Hi,

    I think this is fabulous. I’m wondering if you ever use an online store to sell card versions of your work. Or if you would be willing to let the Bloggess use this image in her store. I think there are a lot of people who would love to have this to hang on their bulletin board, sit on their desk, send to lots of friends.

  2. So beutiful. i am so happy you put a “face” to the quote. I feel in love with it the minute I read it and keep picturing it in my mind. You captured it perfectly.

    • I want this framed for Alice’s room, or mine, or Bingo’s. That’s not true, Bingo does not have a room. He needs one…and this picture.

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  4. Wonderful job! Please be sure to tell Jenny to publicize the event if you ever decide to photograph this work and sell as a poster. There is obviously a large audience for it. Thanks for showing us your ability; and thanks for Jenny linking us here.

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  6. Marvellous! My eye is drawn to the mother’s purse. It’s red like the dresses, as if she’d found her hope years ago and now it’s with her every day.

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