Goodbye Earth, Hello Moon

gabriel b. meil

At the tip top of a stone house, under ancient elm trees, next to a monastery, down the hill from a park, deep in the suburbs of Philadelphia , this illustrator spent his youth. Still longing for the safety of that attic, he retreats to a windowless closet to produce these small works of genius. When you add up three years spent in a hammock on a mountainside of Guatemala , another six in the saddle of his superbly striped racing bike, and sundry administrative tasks, you begin to wonder just how he fits it all in-and stays so young. Luckily he enjoys a broad spectrum of support from such diverse parties as the Warren Machine Company, AIDS research groups in Uganda , and the emerging Landscape Architects Union. His cartoon menagerie has populated publications around the globe and continues to expand. We expect great things. 

emily c. rylander

Cutting her teeth on the hardscrabble parking lots of Houston, this saucy author brings us new delights in prose. On the road to literary bliss, there were rooftop oases and damp, dark redwood groves. There was a stint spent in the depths of Patagonia, navigating forests and glaciers. A return to urbanity brought employment and then a career. Now, when she is not building pyramids in wine country or designing details of fountains, she can be found—settled into an old house in San Francisco—tip tapping away on the keyboard. We are hoping she stays there.