Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
This is the program that I made for my daughter's kindergarten holiday program. It's kind of hard to keep it neutral and still in the spirit of the holidays, but I'm pretty happy with how this turned out.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Crossing the creek by way of stepping stones, was not as easy as Victoria thought it would be. Only one of them on this adventure didn't seem to have any trouble: Whiskers. Cats were just nimble that way. Claude on the other hand, didn't even make it to the first rock without sliding in. Well, "sliding" wasn't exactly the word to describe what he did, more like "galumpfed" in. Thank goodness Nevin wasn't around to see this. As far as big brothers go, Nevin was the worse. He always complained about how clumsy and klutzy Victoria was. It was a relief he wasn't here to see this spectacle.
What do you guys think? Sometimes my work feels flat. Do my pieces convey action, movement, expression or do they feel flat to you too? Honestly, the truth may be painful sometimes, but that's how we grow. Thanks!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Finally, found the time to scan in a bunch of illos I've recently done (I think I've posted eight!!). Whew! I hope you like them. They're just little spots. After working on elaborate stories, and focusing on keeping things moving and active in my illos, I enjoy creating more quiet and reserved spots. It's relaxing. Ahhh. Now I think I'm going to carry on relaxing, and get my morning cup of tea. Mmmm.
Have a creative day! :)
Grannie McGill always loved adventure. All her life. Even when she was a young girl, no one: not boy, not man, nor beast could out do my Grannie McGill. If Billy Barkley could climb the old hickory tree, Grannie could climb higher. If Susie Detritis could build a sandcastle, Grannie could build a palatial estate equipped with sand servants and sand stable. My Grannie McGill is the most incredible, and most invincible person I've ever known. So, I took it real hard when Grannie got sick back during that skorcher of a summer when I was eight and she was eight-eight.
Mother called it the "sickness." Grannie just called it like it was ... she had cancer; now stop fussing. At eight years old, I didn't know much about cancer, except that a bunch of my friends' grandparents died from it. But they didn't have a grandparent like Grannie McGill. Grannie decided to prove to all of us, and probably to herself too, that no cancer was going to put a damper on her life. She had a lot of life left in her, even at eighty-eight, and she wasn't going to squander it feeling sorry for herself.
Grannie gathered all of us together and told us we were to meet her at Abercrombie's field at 1:00 pm and told us to bring the reporters. It was all very mysterious.
At 1:00 pm, there we all stood. Just about the whole town of Odon was there in the field. We stood there looking at each other wondering what she was up to now, when we heard the rumble of an airplane above and then saw two black specks in the sky. What in tarnation was going on ...
Well, you get the point. The headlines the next day read "The Skydiving Grannie and her dog Chuck."
NOTE: I never had a Grannie McGill. I just thought she would be a cool character, and made her up.
Friday, November 6, 2009
December's issue of Stories for Children is a fun one for me. I got to illustrate a Rebus. A Rebus for those of you unfamiliar, is a story that uses pictures in the place of key words.
I really enjoyed this piece by G.R. LeBlanc about a little girl getting dressed for a snowy day, and remembering to give her mom a hug before she goes out to play.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Carlie really wasn't afraid of anything. She was even known to give a pointer or two to Bart, the creature that lived in her closet, on how to be fierce and frightening. Of course, these pointers always left Bart feeling inadequate and depressed. Carlie had that effect on a lot of people...