Naive Painters of Yugoslavia

I found this book in the Boston Public Library and it has since jumped right to the top of my wish list. There are books you feel you should have, and then there are books you need, badly, for no reason at all.









The individual techniques represented within are impressively slippery and slick, but it's an overlapping effect of visual magic that makes my mind wander in satisfying ways.

The Wrong Color, page 10 process

Eventually I suppose I'll settle down enough to throw away all the files that aren't absolutely essential to the continued viability of my thesis project, which I finished (for the moment) in April of 2010. For now, my first full-length, full-color picture book attempt is so heavily backed up that I could recreate most stages of most pages. And that's what I'm doing in this post: describing the laborious, sometimes blind and stumbling thoughts that accompanied me through eight months and into a page I actually like.

Here, a thumbnail and a first attempt at a book dummy, where the thumbnail is expanded. On this page Warden is noticing that the color he dislikes is showing up not only in common spaces of the house, but also in his personal spaces.



These next versions come from the next two book dummies. I constantly updated pages, usually for clarification of content. Technical rendering can be finessed at a later time, once the story is solid and flows like it should. By this point I'd realized that every instance described didn't have to be shown, and so I'd done away with two-part vignette pages.



Now things became more highly rendered. It was good to test how I wanted pages to eventually look, but I still ended up drastically re-drawing several more times.



I began to want more solidity to this page. The page hadn't worked to my liking yet, and I was determined to have the scene facing straight-on. My instincts usually lead me to overburden a page, rip it up, make the same mistake again, and then wise up and strip it back down to its most important elements. This is when, for me, things take real shape. I haven't found a shortcut to this completely arduous approach.



Last comes shifting, tightening and coloring. The shifting comes courtesy of Photoshop, as do the light gradients of color. Other pieces of color were inked separately and then scanned in. The texture was scanned and manipulated separately, as well.



And, so far, that's how this process looks for me. My goal is to to cut out half the steps in future attempts by being better able to see the whole and nudge out hiccups in tone.

The Wrong Color on Little Chimp Society

I've ever so slowly begun taking steps to promote my work, like a sane, normal person would have done long ago.

Here is a light tip to The Wrong Color accepted by Little Chimp Society, the Illustration News Portal. It's probably my fault that Warden's name is wrong, so I shrug it off and finish my second cup of coffee, oddly better than the first.

Good day to you all.

Predecessors and tipped-in engravings

On Wednesday night the staff of Carrier Pigeon illustrated literary journal were lucky enough to be invited to the home of Stephen Fredericks, founder of The New York Society of Etchers and all-around printed matter scholar, for a viewing from his private collection. Though my camera was a sad, sad spare, I did what I could to capture a glimpse of the beauties he brought out. Journals from between 1850 and 1920 featuring the rock-star printmakers of the time were stitched together so that the prints contained inside could be torn out and appreciated separately. While one of these removed etchings, photogravures or engravings may cost more than $1,000 on eBay, an intact copy of the magazine can be found, if you're lucky, for under $100. But you have to be pretty dedicated to find these.

Item 1: Playboy, not the one you're familiar with, although typography did carry over. "A portfolio of art & satire." It's hard to see the date in the right-hand corner, but I think it says 1881.




Item 2: I think this is from Print, not the one you're familiar with.






Item 3: The Colophon, a Book Collectors' Quarterly. Sigh. This edition is filled with personal essays that could have been written yesterday and are accompanied, blog-style, by process sketches detailing, for example, the malaise of the book illustrator's life. Sigh. There's really nothing dated about it.




Item 4 (cue up the dirty brass band): a patching together of The Saga of Frankie and Johnny, "beautifully engraved by John Held Jr," an artist-originated book about a couple who "loved their life away," like a saloon, like Modigliani, like a broken Russian farce.



So many thanks go out to Stephen Fredericks for a great night. Learn more about his personal work, press work and the Art of Democracy here.

Carrier Pigeon will soon be up and running online.

The Wrong Color character sketches

I'd been meaning for a while to delve into the process of making my thesis book The Wrong Color, but mid-thesis is not always the best time to break for gregarious online schmoozing. Now seems like a great time for it, so here are a sampling of initial character sketches I scribbled with a brush pen and then colored with markers, spray paint and Photoshop tools. At the time I thought these took shape so quickly that they didn't count: I could do better. Amazingly (predictably), it took twenty times as long to replicate these on the page when it mattered. I kept them to the left of my drafting table all year. Only the main character, Warden, continued to shift right up to the moment I began final pages.




Dad


Mom


cat (unnamed)


(cat inspiration: Sascha, a boy's name for a girl cat, taken from the duck character in Peter and the Wolf. I really mis-named her, now that I think about it. She was a complete terror.)

Ideas from the city

Once you block out the static of hundreds of children and their day-sitters, there are interesting sites to be seen deep in the world of early peoples, threshing evolution, iron-based tools and, of course, masks in the American Museum of Natural History. But really, all the good stuff, the stuff I like, is buried in the details of dioramas.

Swoop

For issue 2 of Carrier Pigeon I illustrated a story by Christopher Stanton, titled "Swoop," in which a young girl is snatched by a fairly gross, huge bird right in front of her teenaged babysitter. The issue will be available in the winter of 2010. The website for the journal is on its way to being fully operational, and resides at carrierpigeonmag.com.

I drew these with compressed charcoal and then filled them in digitally with scanned washes of walnut ink. If you were to break the whole process down into these two steps, the results would look like this:



And here's the girl being carried away. Forever? It's not my story to tell.



For issue three I plan something busier and more colorful. All I can say right now about the new collaboration is it's set in the bayou. I intrinsically approve of this, of course, being from Louisiana. Everything else should fall into place.

Hints of Robert McCloskey

It took me two days in Boston to realize the frequency with which I was spying copies of Make Way for Duckings wasn't a coincidence. In fact, I was standing right in the middle of the city's oldest public garden before it hit me. The following are photos of the ducklings' original home in Boston Common.




In the distance is a small, duck-populated island with a ramp for their convenience.


It's only natural.


Bronze sculptures of McCloskey's duck family are in view of the line of benches studding the walkway.


It blew my mind that people were purchasing the book just to read it to their children in the environment of its inception.

And for those of you sadly unfamiliar with the official children's book of Massachusetts, here are a couple of images to jog your memory. Because you've surely seen it lining the dusty shelves of your local library, although never the dusty piles of book fairs (because no one throws this one out).





And here's an extra sketch for the "classic children's book" obsessed.



I know, I know: they're just ducks. But they're extremely well-done, pleasing ducks. Just wait 'til you see the policeman who helps them cross the street. Sigh.