Here is an amateurish little movie of the stages of a drawing I made this month:
The drawing is of a furry creature in a golden-brown late autumn meadow under a wooly gray sky, catching snowflakes on his tongue.
Sometimes in January and February, we forget how lovely those first snowflakes are.
I did my first drawing of the year while I was still in bed:
Hazel on my feet
how shall I get out of bed?
snow piled high on trees.
(non-haiku-format addition: it’s quarter past ten.)
Eventually, though, I did get out of bed, and went to my studio. Where I still am. This feels really good because over the holidays, I try to override my monkish part and be with people. That makes me happy, too, but once New Year’s hits, I am itchy to get back to it.
1. I have some china figurines that I have been wanting to draw. A nice thing about a figurine is, no one knows if you are doing it right. The figurine doesn’t care. It doesn’t say, “You didn’t get my nose right.” You just look at it and try to draw it, and that’s fun. This one is a shepherdess, with a lamb at her feet. It was in my mother’s house, but I don’t know how it got there, what it meant to her. A mystery. Now it’s in our house, along with a cavalier.
2. A friend recently spent time in England. She brought me back a little gift — little in size — of a teeny-tiny paintbrush and a teeny-tiny cake of watercolor paint. I thought it was black paint, but this morning I discovered that it is actually hooker’s green. Surprise!
So here is my drawing of the shepherdess and the lamb, in hooker’s green, all painted with a tiny brush:
Thanks, Cecily!
Thoughts while drawing/painting: What is that she’s holding in her hand?
How much difference the placement of the eye-dots makes. I have a friend who collects little Easter chicks, with glued-on eyes. She likes how the random placement of the eyes gives them different expressions. The eyes in my painting aren’t quite the same as the eyes on the actual figurine. But she is a little person. She can have different expressions from moment to moment, right?
Also, there isn’t a really good art supply store for hundreds of miles from where I live. I miss going into one and being surprised by some paper or tool, taking it home and trying it out. I have to order things online now, and I tend to order what I need. What I’m out of. This little brush and cake of paint reminds me of the joy of trying something new.
‘Tis the season to be jolly! So here is a little prezzie for you:
Some time ago, years, we watched Jean Luc Godard’s 1964 film, Bande a Part (Band of Outsiders). To be honest, I don’t remember a lot about it, except for the scene where the three main characters are sitting in a cafe, and get up and do a spontaneous dance for about three minutes, then drift away, one by one. Right away, we wanted to learn the dance. But we forgot about it.
Then a few years ago, we watched the film, Le Weekend (2013), about a British middle-aged couple who go to Paris to revive their relationship, and of course, all sorts of other things happen. Including a reprise of the dance scene from Bande a Part, which they perform along with their friend, played in this movie by Jeff Goldblum. We wanted to learn the dance all over again.
It was one of my 2017 New Year’s Resolutions. I found a really helpful video on YouTube, How to do the Madison Dance from ‘Le Weekend’
And I have made a cheat sheet for practicing, which I share here with you:
According to a New Yorker article (by Richard Brody) about the scene, the actors learned the dance to John Lee Hooker’s Shake it Baby. The music of Michel Legrand was dubbed in later, which is why it doesn’t seem to quite match up in the movie. But you can do it to anything in 4. I practiced it in my studio to Bach once.
There is another reprise of the scene in the 2007 film, The Go-Getter, which I haven’t seen, but here is the dance:
We are still practicing. We can do it, but kind of slowly, compared to the actors in the movie. But then, they practiced every day for 31 days before filming it.
Have fun!
Tagged: a dance lesson, let's jubilate
I’ve been working on a chapter book — maybe a very young novel — called Secret Sisters of the Salty Sea. It has lots of drawings. 64 of them, if they all stay in. I finished the art on Saturday, on Monday I packaged it up and shipped it off.
Two of the walls in my studio are bulletin boards. When I’m working on a book, the bulletin boards fill up, bit by bit, with the illustrations. As they do, I feel myself living in the world they create.
Here’s wall #1:
and here’s wall #2:
And then, just as the world becomes complete, I empty the walls. Because, as usual, I am way past my deadline, and there is no time to linger.
Now I am in the world of empty bulletin boards:
I miss the drawings. But I also love the world of, what’s next? The tabula rasa. The clean slate. I’ll tell you what’s next, says my inner drill sergeant. Speaking of “clean,” you could clean up this mess you call a studio.
I will, I answer. Bit by bit.
I think the book will be out next spring.
Several years ago, some friends and I came upon a kilt-maker at a street fair in Stratford, Ontario. He made his kilts on a solar-powered sewing machine. One of the models he offered was a kilt made of hemp. He said that he was almost certain that at that moment in time, he was the only person in the world making kilts out of hemp. He was probably right.
I remember thinking how very few things we could say that about — that we are the only person in the world doing that thing. But maybe it just depends on how specific we get. This morning, I finished this illustration of raccoons eating a bag of mints on the carpet of the clubhouse of an abandoned golf course, and I thought to myself, I bet I am the only person who has ever made a drawing of this particular subject.
I could be wrong.
The drawing is for a chapter book that will be out next year. It’s not about raccoons, it’s about sisters. I have about a zillion drawings (okay, maybe 2 dozen) to make in the next couple of weeks. Wish me luck.
“. . . they curled together like spoons, snug as two bugs in a rug. Not pinchy bugs. Nice bugs. The nicest bugs ever.”
I just finished this illustration for a chapter book I’m working on. I’ve been having fun making drawings where physical reality shares the stage with imagination and ideas.
In this case, I had to think what would come across as a “nice bug.” It could have been a lot of things. I settled on some dragonfly-type wings.
What is your favorite bug?
Tagged: illustrating imaginary things, nice bugs, snuggling
I’m planning the hat I’m going to make and wear at the March for Science in Washington, D.C., on April 22. My friend Kate, a costume designer for theater, is making a solar system hat that lights up. It will probably be amazing. I saw a picture of a boy, on the internet, who had also made a solar system hat. His was pretty spectacular, too:
As for my own ideas, some of them have been fairly simple. Like a windmill hat, for renewable energy research:
And some have been perhaps a little too complicated. This well-known wood engraving (called “the Flammarion engraving) by an unknown artist, has often been used as a metaphor for the search for knowledge, scientific or mystical:
The hat I envisioned:
This Scherenschnitte (paper cut) by Swiss artist Susanne Schlapfer-Geiser:
struck me as wonderful inspiration for a hat about biodiversity. It’s even the right shape, with or without the Noah’s Ark on top.
Consider diatoms:
Or the Crochet Coral Reef Project:
So many inspirations. The possibilities are endless. But I have to get started, so I have to pick one. I have decided on Viruses that Usually Don’t Kill Us Anymore, Because, SCIENCE!
It will be embellished with models of these viruses, rather than flowers or fruit or birds. Here, for example, is the smallpox virus:
Why am I doing this ridiculous project?
In my picture book, Frank and Lucky Get Schooled, I wrote that “Science is when you wonder about something, so you observe it and ask questions about it and try to understand it.” I think this is not completely unrelated to what artists and writers do. I saw a Venn diagram on the internet where the intersection of Art and Science was Wonder, and I think that’s so.
I feel a deep and shared concern when scientists’ work is dismissed, when their freedom of inquiry and freedom to communicate what they have learned is threatened. When I take a pill or undergo a surgery or step onto an airplane, I want that pill or surgery or airplane to be the result of science. I don’t care whether the scientists involved are great guys or gals to have a beer with, though the ones I know are.
I support them in the evidence-based and peer-reviewed work they do, that benefits us all. And I want to support them in their March.
But why hats? They’re easy to see in a crowd, for one thing. And it’s easier to wear a hat than to carry a sign all day. But also, I think that a little joie de vivre and a sense of humor can make a difference. There may even be beauty involved, and there’s nothing wrong with that.
If you want to participate, and need some inspiration just google “amazing hats,” or “fabulous hats,” etc. And show up at 10 a.m. near the sculpture in the plaza near 801 Pennsylvania Avenue NW.
And as a bonus, here’s a bacteriophage:
UPDATE!!!!!
Here is how my hat turned out:
And here I am with a kindred spirit at the March for Science in D.C.:
Hey — just got a photo of the hat my friend Kate made for her daughter Lydia to wear to the march: a solar system.
Tagged: art and science, artists hats, march for science, science hats
A couple of weeks ago, while writing a chapter, it came to me that I wanted the chapter to go, rise, rise, rise, kaBOOM! Like a balloon that keeps rising, and then pops:
A few years ago, while working on As Easy As Falling Off the Face of the Earth, a novel, I pictured the various strands starting out all neat and orderly, then veering off, “every one in his own way,” before coming together neatly again at the end:
There is a project on my back burner that seems to me to be a navigation through/over/around a constellation of bumps. Or, wait — are some of them craters?
Tagged: diagrams about writing, plot diagrams, writing
Tagged: friends, holidays, warmth in winter, winter
I’ve been working for a while on some stories about a girl named Alix. Back in August, Alix did something embarrassing. It wasn’t something terrible, it was kind of funny, really, but she was embarrassed and she didn’t know what to do, so she went into the closet and sat there in the corner for awhile. A long while.
I didn’t have to research how it feels to be embarrassed, because I already knew. I had plenty of experience. I think that’s why both the words and the drawing flowed right out of me.
But a few weeks ago, Alix (to my surprise) found herself about to have an encounter with an injured peregrine falcon. I realized I was going to have to learn some stuff. I went to visit my local raptor rehabilitator* to get educated.
I learned how an injured bird, when first brought in, is swaddled in a blanket while it is weighed, given fluids, and so on. At this time, a visitor, a child even, might be asked to hold the swaddled-up bird for five minutes or so. It’s safe.
I didn’t hold a swaddled-up bird, but an unswaddled falcon sat on my gloved hand and pulled chunks of bird meat from between my gloved fingers:
I watched a convalescing bald eagle fly across the aviary, and I watched a snowy owl spin its head around backwards. I learned a lot. Then I came home and worked on my picture and my story.
They say we should write what we know, but it doesn’t have to be something we’ve known forever. We can keep learning.
*(a big p.s.: my local raptor rehabilitator is Rebecca Lessard, founder and director of Wings of Wonder, a raptor sanctuary and rehabilitation center that has rehabilitation and education as its primary mission. For more information on Wings of Wonder, aka W.O.W., go here. I am so grateful to her for generously sharing her time and her expertise. There are a number of places like this around the country. Maybe there is one near you. Search “raptor rehabilitation + (your state).” )
Tagged: research, write what you know
