James W. Tibbs' Bio

James W. Tibbs began his illustration career the day his digits were long enough to grip a crayon, at which time he began to hone his craft on a variety of canvasses including walls, floors, furniture and tablecloths (sorry, Mom). As he fumbled through grade school, his choice of media expanded to include ink-on-notebook, paint-on-blackboard and pencil-on-desk, and a trail of tell-tale doodles soon marked his passage from class to class. In an effort to appease his incessant appetite to draw, he was asked to provide illustrations and graphic design elements to his high school annuals, but this only encouraged his cravings.

Swayed by the term ‘starving artist’, he attended the University of Idaho attaining a degree in architecture, which allowed him to combine his artistic leanings with his knack for building stuff. Continuing to the present he has made a modest but relatively stable living as a licensed architect, integrating his flair for drawing, painting, and sculpting at every opportunity. He soon discovered the convenience of the digital medium and added it to his palette while simultaneously discovering that he could fly. This revelation led to a paid position as staff artist for the official magazine of the U.S. Hang Gliding Association as well as inking cartoons, t-shirt designs, and editorial illustrations for a number of flying clubs and regional publications. Having never completely grown up, it occurred to him that illustrating children’s books would be a worthwhile career pursuit.

He wishes to dedicate his children’s book illustrations to his extremely patient mother, an accomplished artist herself who, when not scrubbing walls, floors, furniture and tablecloths has offered invaluable encouragement to his artistic endeavors. Thanks Mom!

You can contact James at jwtibbsarch@hotmail.com and view his portfolio at http://jwtibbs.jalbum.net

James W. Tibbs' Portfolio

James W. Tibbs' take on the "A Stranger At Christmas" story

A Stranger At Christmas

We bring you now, to a town that you know.

Porterlance is it's name, and it's filling with snow.

Families are out, taking trees home to trim...

With beads, balls, and popcorn on each precious limb.

Children are making big forts and snowmen...

Counting the days down...now less than ten.

Everyone's happy...streets are glowing with lights...

Kids in thier forts, having fun snowball fights.

While at home, at night...their lists, they'll make...

Dreaming of toy stores, and GREAT Christmas cake.

That very night a stranger came near.

"I'm hoping to ruin this town's Christmas cheer."

He has every detail planned out just right.

"This Christmas Eve. Yes, this is the night!"

He's making his way through the streets quite unseen...

Cutting the lights: Blue, Red, Yellow, and Green.

His plan is quite simple: "I'll darken the town."

To the reindeer and Santa, Porterlance just wouldn't be found.

A sound startles Ben, who hops off his bed.

Sarah's left sleeping, dreams of toys in her head.

Ben looks out the window...his eyes open wide.

Instead of Santa, he saw, a stranger running to hide!

Ben knew right away, what the man had in mind.

"He's left not even a glimmer of light for Santa's reindeer to find!"

Sarah then woke to her brother's soft cries.

Finding a plan to fix Christmas was wise.

They nibbled the cookies left for Santa to taste.

"We have to think quick, not a moment to waste!"

They hunt through the house, from room to room...

Checking cabinets for something to brighten their gloom.

Just then Ben found what would help save the night.

"Look! Boxes of candles and lanterns to light!"

That very minute Santa almost flew by...

Then noticed one house that had lit up the sky.

As Santa's sleigh landed they ran out of sight.

But Santa was puzzled and gave them a fright.

Santa said, "Why's it so dark, tonight in your town?"

"A man's cut the lights!" Sarah answered, wearing a huge frown.

Santa left them with toys to enjoy...

In search of the man, he knew as a boy.

When Santa encountered the stranger, who gave him a frown...

He asked, "Why do you wish so much gloom on this town?"

The stranger decided that he'd better say...

Of his wishes for toys, with which he could play.

It was Christmas, long ago passed...

Each year, he was visited last.

The other kids in town woke up with glee...

Playing with toys from under their tree.

But when the stranger awoke, all that he had...

Underwear and socks! "Did Santa think I was bad?"

Santa confused, waved them under his nose...

Showing him letters, that had asked him for those.

The stranger knew right away, what had been done.

"My parents decided to swap clothes with my fun!"

The stranger said, "Sorry." Then, looked towards the ground.

Santa then said, "Help me finish my rounds?!"

To this the stranger smiled and said with much might...

"A Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!"