Monthly Archives: January 2015

Enter Hazel

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Hazel listens to Scott imitating cheeping noises. A pretty good impression we thought… and so apparently did Hazel.

Here’s Scott at the kids’ homework bench with Hazel, 13 week old Bantam Salmon Faverolles. Hazel belongs to 10 year old Hugo and is his compensation for my decision to re-home the Pteranodon Twins, Rose and Lily. He loved them, despite their lack of domesticity. But I think Hazel is going to be a success. She spent a lot of time sitting on Hugo’s lap today enjoying a back massage from one of his hands and choice treats from the other. She is taking to domesticity admirably.

She’s not big enough to go in with the other girls yet and she is rather lonely. We’ll have to get a little friend for her soon.

I will have to start sketching her shortly, and see what she can contribute to Leonard Doesn’t Dance. She has the same cheek fluff (muffling) as the Araucanas and the little Belgian D’Uccle. I find that I like this look very much. Yes, I’ve been through a Schnauzer fancying phase at one time… and also a Border Terrier phase.

"Border Terrier Jekku" by Flickr user Petteri Sulonen - Flickr here. Licensed under CC BY 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons - http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Border_Terrier_Jekku.jpg#mediaviewer/File:Border_Terrier_Jekku.jpg

No. I don’t own this dog. It’s from Wikipedia. What a cutie. “Border Terrier Jekku” by Flickr user Petteri Sulonen – Flickr here. Licensed under CC BY 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons

Not unlike my Border Terrier of years ago, she has a distinctive habit of craning her neck.

Not unlike my Border Terrier of years ago, she has a distinctive habit of craning her neck.

And look, even Scott is sporting muffling at the moment!

School starts again tomorrow. I’m sure everything will swiftly become far more sensible.

 

Galumphers and one magpie

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Doodle Galumphers at the Swimming Pool

I’m not sure why my book projects seem to happen at the swimming pool. Pippa who modelled for Thunderstorm Dancing was at the pool, and many of the sketches I did at the pool while the boys were having swimming lessons fed into the book.

Here are some from that time, that have been posted before.

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drybrush sketches in the bombing zone of the local swimming pool. Ink on vintage book page.

Today I took the boys to the pool because it was pelting rain and they were stuck indoors. And there I happily began doodling for Leonard Doesn’t Dance, my new picture book project for HarperCollins, written by Frances Watts.

In truth, I set out to re-read the manuscript and ponder layouts, but I got as far as the first two lines and found I had to turn over the paper and doodle birds on the back. I think it was because Leonard was groaning. ‘Groaning’ is a very suggestive word. It conjures all sorts of pained expressions, and it wouldn’t wait.

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The first bird at the top is about to groan. Or has just groaned. He may have been groaning for some time. But after this, the others became more cheerful. I’m not worrying about style at the moment. Just going for Galumphing. That is my brief. It’s a brief brief.

It’s not hard to see the inspiration for these particular Galumphers.

Rose in the foreground... just in case the camera is edible.

Rose in the foreground… just in case the camera is edible.

Lily looking for something to step in

Lily looking for something to trip over

Here are Rose and Lily, the Terrible Pteranodon Twins (Araucanas) and Lily in particular, is the most impossibly clumsy bird you could ever meet. If you were to put a champagne glass in the middle of a football field and let Lily go and graze in that field, the first thing she would do would be to trip over the glass and spill the champagne. Here she looks like she is marching, but she is really galumphing.

My Leonard bird will, I hope, not be any species of bird in the real world. There will be plenty of those in the book, but Leonard I think may dispense with such restrictions.

In the next drawings I started to exaggerate the trousers on the bird, a thing that I’ve done before with my blob birds. It occurs to me now that if we choose to make Leonard a young bird person, his trousers might be shorts. These three fellows seem to be older bird persons.

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Here is a younger bird person wearing short trousers. And that is not a codpiece. (The bird tails might be tricky in some instances…)

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And this drawing raises the question of whether Leonard ought to be more of a Bird Person, or a Person Bird. He will have to fly at one point, but he prefers cupcakes to cockroaches. He’s a multi-layered Bird Person. I’m sure there will be many more bird doodles in the coming weeks.

By the way, my advance copy of Thunderstorm Dancing arrived on my doorstep while we were at the pool. How appropriate, given that the rain had been bucketing down all day. We have all been looking through it with pleasure this evening. It is a very advance copy though. The book won’t be in the shops until April, I believe.

A Thundery book in the cloudy evening light.

A Thundery book in the cloudy evening light.

Holiday doodles at Sorrento

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This little guy was in the Sorrento shopping strip last week. Waiting for his Dad, he was inspecting the hats on the hat stand on the pavement. I was sitting in the car waiting for my husband and boys to return and was able to sketch him. He didn’t stay there for more than half a minute, but luckily the hats did.

 

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This Strong-faced Woman was seated overlooking the sea in the park at Sorrento. My kids were running around on the playground and I was sitting on a picnic table in the rain, drawing. It was boiling hot and kids were playing in the park in their bathers, dripping wet, shiny. This woman barely moved a muscle, even when the rain got so heavy that I had to stop because the page was getting very wet.