When she isn't illustrating children's books like I Miss Franklin P. Shuckles, The Girl Who Hated Books and L'Ourson qui voulait une Juliette (this one nominated for a Governor General's Award for illustration), Leanne Franson draws comics--even though her growing success in better-paying ventures doesn't leave her much time for them anymore. Her comics are based on the adventures of Liliane, a sweet, kooky cartoonist who frets about whether her new girlfriend really likes her, money, her cats, her pitiful French, her lacklustre housekeeping and the varying allures of aristocratic, classic '50s, athletic, bar, farm, uniform, leather, stone and moustache-butch dykes. When the Mirror called her, she was on her way to the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival (subject of one of her most romantic comics) and finishing up ten million contracts and other things before she left: "I'm no longer a starving artist saying, 'Thank God I've got something to take up my time.'"
When she isn't illustrating children's books like I Miss Franklin P. Shuckles, The Girl Who Hated Books and L'Ourson qui voulait une Juliette (this one nominated for a Governor General's Award for illustration), Leanne Franson draws comics--even though her growing success in better-paying ventures doesn't leave her much time for them anymore. Her comics are based on the adventures of Liliane, a sweet, kooky cartoonist who frets about whether her new girlfriend really likes her, money, her cats, her pitiful French, her lacklustre housekeeping and the varying allures of aristocratic, classic '50s, athletic, bar, farm, uniform, leather, stone and moustache-butch dykes. When the Mirror called her, she was on her way to the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival (subject of one of her most romantic comics) and finishing up ten million contracts and other things before she left: "I'm no longer a starving artist saying, 'Thank God I've got something to take up my time.'"