Click on the image below to go to Alexis Deacon’s blog for information about the exhibition and click on the images further down to go to pages by or about other illustrators, whose envelopes I have found on-line at other times.
Alexis Deacon’s illustrated envelope
Illustrated envelope by Tony Ross
illustrated envelope by Sitoshi Kitamura
illustrated envelope by Susan Varley
I will get back to posting soon. Just very busy with Thunderstorm Dancing for the moment and time is short:-)
Dexter has been feeling cold at night. All of the old bed jackets I made for him have met with mysterious (or not mysterious) ends, and now the nights have turned cold and he’s an old boy. So yesterday I ventured forth to Edithvale where I had been told there is an oppy that opens on Sundays (!) in search of a blanket for making a new jacket.
No blankets. Can you believe it? I guess I wasn’t the only one who noticed the cold.
Not to be daunted, I bought a kids’ zip fronted windcheater and put my imagination, cataclysmic sewing unskills and solitary pin to good use. It looks great! From a distance.
But before I left the oppy I did a quick trawl of the book shelves.
How could I resist this?
If I was in any doubt, Emily (whoever she was she had good taste I’m sure) told me in blue texta on the half title page that this book is:
Within were many hairy beasties – foxes, wolves and trolls along with the human variety.
I don’t like your chances Gingerbread Boy.
Nor yours, Henny Penny. Make like a chicken, girl!
This beast is a relative of one of John Burningham’s I think. His paws show the family likeness.
No self respecting billy goat is daunted by one such as this.
Heavens! Look out Granny! This looks most uncomfortable.
Meanwhile my own little beasty Dexter, is enjoying an afternoon by the heater because it’s cold and raining outside. So far the ‘new’ jacket hasn’t fallen apart so he’ll be warm again tonight. (Note to self: I really must buy some more pins. And replace the broken sewing machine needles ;-)
It is hard to write with conté.
Last night I had the pleasure of painting a thank you card for a thank you card… The sort of thing you only do for fun, or for children. (In this case both. A grade 3 class at my children’s school sent me a handmade card thanking me for some books I had sent their way instead of to the op shop.)
I’ve been lucky enough to receive a fair few hand-made cards, (my family often hand-make their birthday cards) and illustrated parcels too (thanks Ann). Even sometimes hand-decorated wrapping paper. (lucky me!)
They give so much pleasure – sometimes even more than what is inside the parcel. The first sight of an illustrated parcel on the doorstep or in your lap, with the handwriting of someone you love, just makes your day.
Having five funny chickens in my life (with legs much shorter than those illustrated!), and a few bottles of Noodlers ink on the drawing board has prompted two strange chicken decorations in the last week. What will be next?
Here are some decorated envelopes sent from celebrated illustrators to publisher Klaus Flügge. How nice it would be to receive something as wonderful as this! But all of us can illustrate packages in our own way. Hooray!
I must keep going with the indian ink and not look down… or sideways, or upwards. Especially upwards.
I have been struggling with my roughs for Thunderstorm Dancing. The text is wonderful. The possibilities are endless. This is part of the problem. Endless possibilities are hard to deal with.
I’ve been working with pencils. Love those pencils, but when I have to draw eight characters (including Lucy the dog) interacting on the one spread, the pencil is not my friend. It is not broad enough. I tend to get all fiddly and fussy. I need to use loose lines to get those bodies expressing dance and play.
Lucy and Alice climbing on to the porch. Pencil looking great here. Only two characters and simple composition.
Then, today, when I was feeling a little lost and in need of help, I also made the mistake of looking at Alexis Deacon‘s blog. Aaaargh!! Begone Alexis, Thou Obscenely Talented Man!
Alexis is herewith banned from my studio until I am happy with my roughs. Then I’ll feast my eyes again on his fabulousness.
So what to do? I needed to strike out in a different direction; re-boot the old drawing engine.
I selected a large piece of my most rubbishy paper (ignoring the sticky note at the top of my drawing board), picked up a brush and dipped it into the Noodler’s Ink.
One of the notes at the top of my drawing board. Cecily Osborn was my lovely school art teacher.
Big sigh! I could see some life returning to my drawings. Maybe Noodling is the way forward. Maybe it’s the medium to use. Maybe I need to Noodle my way into some happy compositions and then revert back to pencil when the shapes are right. At any rate it’s a lifeline for now (perhaps like one of those pool noodles you can use for flotation).
DESPERATE DRAWERS – DO NOT DIVE
Here are some of the quick, inky sketches. They’re only rough, but they have a bit of life. So…
A way forward for tomorrow.
Congratulations to the Shortlisted book creators and the Notable creators! Some great reading in these lists. When I’m not so flat out busy, I intend to read my way through quite a few of them.
Here are two beauties that I know well already.
The Coat, by Julie Hunt and Ron Brooks
And It’s a Miroocool by Christine Harris and Ann James
Ahhhh me! How did I cope with temptation like this at Parkdale PS fair’s book stall?
Not too badly I think… I bought a pile of books merely 31cm high; a little over twelve inches for those of you not in the metric way. (Oh and two cakes. An obscene chocolate one with smarties on the top – described as ‘hefty’ by the stall-holder as she lifted it, and chosen by Hugo who is eight years old and loves chocolate. And a very sensible and delicious lemon one, dripping with lemon syrup… also slightly hefty for its size it must be admitted and chosen by lemon-loving me. Cake stalls can be tempting too.)
But back to the books! If you consider the quantity of books on offer, it must be seen that I gallantly resisted many of them! Here is one I resisted only because I already have a copy (recommended) but I photographed it for the great vintage cover. The Giant Under the Snow by John Gordon. This story lingers in my head for its magical scenes including a wonderful episode of magical flying. What greater temptation for the child’s imagination?
Here’s one I couldn’t resist (because of the great vintage cover) Normally I don’t collect 1970s books, as it’s a little later than my area of interest, but this one was so different from the style I usually associate with Gerald Durrell, that I made an exception for its fantastical, jewel-like cover design. (Also, 9 year old Arthur is animal mad and will probably get into Durrell at some stage.)
Actually, from a quick search of the internet it would appear that Durrell’s books have taken on many differing styles over the years. His image is anything but branded. See the below thumbnails for examples.
Here was a mis-matched pared-back pair of Chatterleys that I resisted. Lady Chatterley herself didn’t resist temptation, but I don’t blame her for that. The Phoenix was an interesting choice of motif for this book. The ‘unexpurgated’ edition, probably from the 70s, is a little more obvious.
But I couldn’t resist this luridly tempting classic, which I haven’t yet read.
What next? I found a bit of fodder for my current fairy tale binge. A copy of New Tales from Grimm. I’ll admit I’m not even trying to resist fairy tales at the moment. I’m a glutton for the temptation of poisoned apples and gingerbread roof tiles. (Although I’d pass on the little boy stew from ‘The Juniper Tree’ in Philip Pullman’s Grimm Tales for Young and Old, my current bedtime reading.)
The endpapers on this copy were more exciting than the cover which was lacking its dust jacket. But the internal illustrations were elegant. ‘Hurleburlebutz’ What a great name for a tale! (or a chicken?)
Nor could I resist this paperback copy of The Sword in the Stone by T H White. Scott and I were reading this series aloud to each other during my pregnancy with Arthur (hence his name) but our copy is a weighty tome. This one is quite appealing, and the cover illustration of Arthur (‘The Wart’) looks rather like our long-haired lad at the moment… If you’re wondering how I can tie in temptation for this one, I’ve got one word for you. Guinevere :-)
As I was heading for the door with my armful of books, ready to make my escape, I spotted one more and went back to pay for it. The Book of Cats, (View Productions 1985). The books suffers from a clumsy cover design. But the few internal illustrations are great and made it worthwhile to purchase, especially as there is now a disgruntled black cat in Thunderstorm Dancing.
I can’t tie in my cat book with temptation, so I’m going into the kitchen to eat some blue cheese. Catch you later!
This should scare away the bogeymen when we hang it in the tree in the front yard.
I hope everyone is able to find an hour here and there to do craft with their kids during the holidays. It is fun. Better get back to some real work now though:-)
Judy Watson 