#inktober Day 19: Halloween Parade
#inktober Day 15: Friends are for the birds
#inktober Day 14: Bird
#inktober Days 12-13: Gramps and me
2014 MN SCBWI Annual Conference
#inktober Day 6: Monster Mash
#inktober Day 5: Multitasking
#inktober Day 3: Little Swamp Monster on a stroll
#inktober Day 2: Joyride
#inktober Day 1: duck, duck...
2014 LA SCBWI Conference
Southwest Salsa
I grew up in WI, and since about the time I was five, my parents would pile the three kids, the slobbering dog, and our belongings and drive like mad in our rattletrap car down to Tucson, AZ during spring break. My Grandparents were snowbirds down there and we took the opportunity to escape (if only briefly) from the grips of the Wisconsin winter.
We somehow managed to weave around snowstorms, rain, tornados and dust storms on our journey to the southwest.
Despite the challenges, it's worth it considering what we were escaping from. Back in Wisconsin–still in the dead of winter, the senses are not satisfied. Trees lie dormant, flowers and shrubs are covered in a thick blanket of snow. When it's really cold even the birds and critters that remain become dormant too. There is no sound or smell outside for weeks. By spring, the persistent cold has kept the snow around for months–everything looks drab and dirty. The dim winter sun is just starting to wake up again.
By the time we make it to Arizona our mouths are salivating for salsa, our eyes squint in the southwest sun, our nostrils drink the fragrance of sage bush from the air, and our ears fill with the sounds of local birds and creatures. The change to the southwest climate is a blast to the senses. And this is why we come back again and again.
We somehow managed to weave around snowstorms, rain, tornados and dust storms on our journey to the southwest.
Despite the challenges, it's worth it considering what we were escaping from. Back in Wisconsin–still in the dead of winter, the senses are not satisfied. Trees lie dormant, flowers and shrubs are covered in a thick blanket of snow. When it's really cold even the birds and critters that remain become dormant too. There is no sound or smell outside for weeks. By spring, the persistent cold has kept the snow around for months–everything looks drab and dirty. The dim winter sun is just starting to wake up again.
By the time we make it to Arizona our mouths are salivating for salsa, our eyes squint in the southwest sun, our nostrils drink the fragrance of sage bush from the air, and our ears fill with the sounds of local birds and creatures. The change to the southwest climate is a blast to the senses. And this is why we come back again and again.
5. Baba Yaga
I tinkered with the shadows for this piece to heighten the tension between the opposing characters. The white triangle of snow in the foreground points at Vasilisa. While the dark shadow cast by the house on chicken legs makes an arrow pointing towards Baba Yaga.
Read the previous posts about the back story of how Baba Yaga and Vasilisa meet.
4. Baba Yaga
3. Baba Yaga: Vasilisa the fair
Part Three in the series Baba Yaga. Scroll down to read more about this illustration.
Vasilisa the fair is a bit like Cinderella as she has the misfortune of having an evil stepmother. Despised for her natural beauty Vasilisa is sent out into the deep dark forest by her Stepmother to visit Baba Yaga. Although she is clever and brave she is apprehensive to face such a menacing creature.
Vasilisa the fair is a bit like Cinderella as she has the misfortune of having an evil stepmother. Despised for her natural beauty Vasilisa is sent out into the deep dark forest by her Stepmother to visit Baba Yaga. Although she is clever and brave she is apprehensive to face such a menacing creature.
2. Vasilisa finds Baba Yaga
Being that this tale's origins are from northern Russia and Finland, I thought it fitting to use the dim light of winter to depict the eeriness of the dark forbidding forest. The hut where Baba Yaga resides stands on chicken legs.
Vasilisa the fair has been brave enough to make it this far on her quest, but now seeks refuge behind the tree while she gathers her courage to face the Baba Yaga.
1. Vasilisa finds Baba Yaga
Once it is finished, I will assemble the three paintings into one.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY
As Valentine's Day approaches why not post about my happy place. I suppose it's not a huge secret–but I am in love with children's books.
Here is this week's reading list. In addition to reading these books, I've added a few more:
•SANTA'S ELEVEN MONTHS OFF
•CLEMENTINE
•MOO!
Happy reading!
Here is this week's reading list. In addition to reading these books, I've added a few more:
•SANTA'S ELEVEN MONTHS OFF
•CLEMENTINE
•MOO!
Happy reading!
Road Trip!
I love getting feedback about my work from
like-minded peers and my critique groups. I am in more than one, because it
helps me grow as a children's book writer /illustrator. I know the creative
process comes with lots of ups and downs, so why take the journey to
publication alone? Last fall, I took a road trip with one of my groups to the 2013 IOWA-SCBWI Conference in Des Moines,
IA.
Honestly, if
it weren't for the encouragement of the three incredible gals I critique with,
I would have not been as confident to deliver my synopsis and read aloud my
picture book. The crowd loved the humor and the pacing of my story. Michelle Poploff
reviewed everyone's first pages and even had nice to things to say about my story.
I was ecstatic! I am so grateful for this experience. Thank you, Marlys, Elise,
Louise, Michelle Poploff and SCBWI.