Cover Art Story
It was September 12, the day after the horrific events in New York. My mind
was still reeling from the scenes of planes crashing, buildings collapsing,
people covered with ashes running for safety through clouds of thick smoke.
My heart felt heavy. My soul felt burdened. My
body felt numb. Suddenly there was knock at my door. At the door was John, the
graphic designer who had accepted the artistic challenge of creating an image
for the cover of AMITOMAKE. He handed me a long, rectangular paper bag with
a copy of the cover art inside. I slowly pulled out a thick, white sheet, turned
it over and saw the cover image for the first time. A moment that seemed eternity
passed. In an instant I had become that child on the cover. I was the abandoned,
neglected, or abused child lovingly and tenderly holding the world, and looking
down as if trying to find a place to belong. I was the orphaned, the hungry,
the homeless child needing love, food, shelter. And then I felt a deep sense
of peace and inner strength when I realized that I was also that child on the
cover who was being nurtured by Mother Earth and supported and protected by
the hands of a Divine Source. And then, as if waking up from a deep trance,
I slowly looked up at John.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“I am deeply moved,” I answered, “I am speechless. This is
“Dude,” said John, “You deserve it. You’ve worked very
hard for this. You deserve it.”