In 2025, I edited an art book/memoir by acclaimed illustrator, professor, and long-time close friend Jay Lincoln. It was more than just adding and removing commas for 180 pages—Jay is an entirely visual thinker with a noticeable disdain for flowery prose, narrative structure, and, possibly, the very concept of the written word.
Jay freely admits writing isn’t his strongest skill, but in spite of that, he tells a deeply emotional story. It’s a spiritual journey, honing his artistic style over decades, achieving a long-sought level of success, having it punctuated by a devastating medical diagnosis, and finding solace in creating work that he loves.
He gave me a Bowie—an original, framed and everything.
