Galina J. Fouks-Abele
www.galinafouks.com
Rising Star
What's Hot Tampa Bay Magazine
With Billy Castro
Maurice’s Daughter Author/Illustrator
How did it feel when you heard the news that your book, Maurice’s Daughter was to be published and printed by The Fig and The Vine Publishing House?
Fabulous.
Jaw dropping.
Amazing.
Shell shocked.
I was in a complete state of joy and utter happiness. It was my Super Bowl. A moment I wished was captured on film or bottled up. One minute you are laughing the next you are crying with pride and joy. At first I did not believe it. After 10 years of being rejected from other Publishing houses around the country I was a little skeptical. I had my hopes DENIED by a few PH that was interested, but it did not work out. Publishing a book that has the same illustrator and author is very hard, if not impossible. Most Publishers want to hire their own illustrators. They do not want to pay the double royalty fees. Finding a publisher that deals with Grief/Bereavement is also taxing. It is not a money maker and most publishers know they will not come out ahead on this topic. It’s a small nitch in the publishing world. So, I would not believe it until I saw it was my first reaction when Lilly Herndon Weaks with The Fig and The Vine Publishing contacted me with the contract. Three months later they sent me my first hard back copy. My husband opened up a bottle of champagne and we sat and read them silently with each other on the couch. At the same time we conference called one of my best friends who is also one of my new editors. We all laughed and cried. It was a great moment to hold my beautiful book and actually smell the new pages. I just sat and stared at it. I will never forget that day. It is right up there with the best days of my life. Shortly after I was told they wanted my book, my publisher said they were going to try their best to rush the print so I could be a part of the Book’s A Million’s Fall Book Festival (see picture of my mom and I goofing around outside the day after the festival) in South Carolina. Sure enough the book was printed in time and I had my first book signing on the anniversary of my father’s death. I sold my first book to a man who had been told by his doctors that he only had 6 months to live. 3 years later he was standing before me with his new and first granddaughter and asked me to sign the book, “Life is a gift Sarah Bell.” I have been signing it that way with every book I sell. I believe everything happens for a reason. There are no coincidences in life. I truly believe that God gave me that day, October 16th for my first book signing to guarantee my belief that we will all see our loved ones again. I think my dad sat right next to me that day.
This is something that is rarely talked about. The moment when you see your book on the book shelves in a book store is one of the most humbling and rewarding experiences an author can have. When I turned the corner to see my book Maurice’s Daughter on the shelf with my husband I had to act very calm and cool. I had to contain myself for the book store would have probably kicked us out because all I wanted to do was swing from the rafters like a gymnast, jump up and down in glory and high five every one is the store. Once we were outside and down the block we did a few cart wheels and fist bumped each other. That was a great day as well.
When did you have the burning desire and interest to write this book?
My father was killed in a car accident in October, 1995. His death and the grief that followed brought me to my knees and for many months I placed my life on hold. It was a very sad time. You become very numb to all the things that you loved in life. Food, happiness, and sunlight. I was not raised with a religion so my family was my faith. I had many questions and concerns with the aged old questions of life and death. The burning desire to create a book did not come right away. It was very gradual over a couple of years. I soon began to dream of heaven and my dad. I painted the dreams God gave me and it transformed into a book. For some time I did not know how to end the story until this beautiful angel came to me in my dreams and gently woke me up and whispered to me “wake up my dear… please do not sleep your life away.” I think symbolically God knew that the veil of depression was done and it gave me strength to move on and look forward to another day.
Who and/or what has been your strongest support and motivation?
It was my father and the family he created with my mom that supported and motivated me to publish his story along with dreams God gave me to help others with. I know that I would never had this chance to see the other side if it was not for my dad’s death. In many ways God gave me the paintings to paint. I simply held the brush and the dreams took over. Some people have one rock in their life. I have many. I am very lucky to have a husband whose greatest goal is to make sure I follow my dreams like he has, my mother Kathie who has stood next to me through out every hurdle and accomplishment, my amazing and very loving siblings; Meegan, Noel and Lana and a sea of friends both new and old who have supported me with this dream. As an educator for 15 years I was extremely motivated to publish this story for children to use as well. While I created the book I kept in mind that I wanted to create a gentle and soft approach about death, heaven and the grief that follows after you lose a loved one. I wanted the message to be about healing and feeling okay and content for that moment. I wanted my illustrations to convey the beauty of where their loved one went. I truly feel I missed the chance to help many during 911. I used to live in NYC and you could feel the world’s sadness every time you left the front door for a while. The city grew very quiet in its sadness.
Most people have a hard time listening to their heart and following their passion, what did it take to believe that this book was the right thing for you to do at that moment in your life?
In so many ways I started it shortly after he died. I began to journal what I was feeling, with cards, poems and messages people gave me, words I heard over the week of the wake and funeral. I remember the closing line of the poem that I read for his eulogy,
“Please paint us a path to follow now in life, for our eyes are blinded with sadness.”
Shortly after I started to receive the dreams, I began to paint them. I think as an artist you instinctively follow your heart and listen to that sic sense and most importantly to what your soul is motivating you to do. As soon as the narration and the story took shape I could not put down the paint brush for months that transformed into years. It evolved over time. When you have the right compass everything falls into place as it should. The pictures of the pages took over my imagination on many days.
Do you have other projects that you are working on that you’d like to share with us?
Yes, many. My publisher is keeping me busy with endorsing the book with book signings, workshops and lectures across Florida. I have partnered with TideWell Hospice organization with a couple of book signings and they are now using my book within their facilities. I will be at Barnes and Noble June 4th and on July 4th I am having a signing in Hayward, Wisconsin. My father built my cabin close by and I am very excited to bring his story back home. Besides working on the marketing aspect of the book, I am currently researching my next book and illustrating book jackets for another author at the moment.
I have my hand painted baby clothes at Babes n’ Bellies and hand painted children’s furniture at The Giggle Box, both in South Tampa. I am currently painting a surf themed mural for a little girl’s room in Trinity. You can see more of my work at www.galinafouks.com.
Where is the coolest place you have ever visited on the great Earth?
Some of my favorite places would be: Bath, England, Paisley, Scotland, St. Marten, West Indies, Savannah Georgia, La Jolla, California, The Red Rocks & Pikes Peak Colorado, The Aaron Islands, Ireland, Paris, Sitges, Spain, BUT my favorite place on earth will always be my cabin on Spider Lake in Northern Wisconsin.
I wore it in spirit for my Grandmother Jean. Auntie Ann and my Grandmother Jean were sisters- in- law but acted more like sisters. It was longer then my dresses neckline so I took it out and pulled Auntie Ann aside to show her the necklace that I wore for them representing their friendship of 60+ years.
After driving for 8 hours I ducked into Atlanta, Georgia for a slumber party where one of my best friends and also my first editor threw a little dinner party with her 
As I drove on this little old 2 lane highway, the townspeople pulled out their lawn chairs, exposed their bellies and drank beer. We, the endless stream of traffic were their entertainment. I thought of all the famous photographers at this point who shoot America; Alfred Eisenstaedt, Henri Cartier Breson, Sally Mann, and Richard Avedon. My GPS could not even locate a satellite to tell me where I was. My husband told me just to pull over and find a hotel. I tried to snap a picture of the Wigwam Motel but at 10 miles per hour I still was going too fast to get the perfect shot of the 20 cement Tee-Peas. Those moments gave me great pleasure and a good laugh but then I reminded myself why I was on this 5 hour detour. I was still shaken from the accident and fortunately my husband (along with my iPhone app.) found a hotel close by along US65N. I was disappointed because I wanted to spend more time in Chicago but reminded myself that many lost their lives tonight and it probably was a good idea that I stop. As I drove to the hotel I prayed for those families that must be in the worst pain. I know those types of phone calls. They are never good. Even today, 15 years after my dad's accident, if the caller sounds upset I tend to get nervous quickly. Ironically you can have a million great, happy and positive set of phone calls all your life, it's the few sad ones that have brought you to your knees that will always set you back at times. Ironically it's not phone calls anymore that deliver news. As I pulled up to the hotel I received a text message late in the night from my oldest friend in DC stating they had to put their dog down because he had inoperable cancer. Now extremely saddened because I know what they are going through. My dog died last year and he was almost 15 years old. I miss him daily. I sat for a while and emailed her my thoughts and concerns how to handle this regarding her only daughter. We have both shared the loss of a parent together. We actually have shared everything life has to offer come to think of it. I think there are people that come in your life for a reason. I am thankful that I met her when we were 3. But I am for certain that I met her earlier then that. I think our friendship has a depth that can't be compared or described to earthy objects or things. She is one of the most beautiful friends I have. I think I needed to just go to bed that night. To many sad moments in one day.
