the years pass and John gets older, the butterflies return a couple more
times, and he helps them, but in time they stop coming and he wonders if
he's grown too old, or if they've perished.
I had something completely different in mind for this painting.
Mentally, it changed several times as I thought about how I was going to
capturing the right mood for the text, I also had other concerns with
this spread. Reading the text carefully, the main character has
aged a few years which forces you to decide if you're going to
"age" them visually and risk them not looking consistent and
recognizable to a young audience, or how much do you age them,
etc. His small size in the image helped make him feel lonely and
forgotten, and it turned out to be a nice solution to the other problem
Notice the reappearance of the title page ladybug on the left.