I used to think that illustrations just “happened” the first time pen or pencil was set down on paper. I’ve since learned that many ideas, sketches and attemps leads to a satisfying image. I thought I would share my process of this little painting of Jody and Flag from the Yearling by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, 1938.
Several little scraps tracing paper, ink experiments and notes are always scattered around the art table.
This is my submission to the SCBWI Tomie dePaola contest. Check out the submission gallery for many great black & white illustrations from The Yearling, Little Women and Tom Sawyer by SCBWI members.
Laure Ferlita is the mastermind behind Imaginary Trips. If you want to improve your on-location sketching and painting or you just want to paint along on a really fun trip, check out Laure’s workshops. For many years I’ve taken paper and paint with me on trips and sometimes I’d paint and sometimes not. I believe in Laure’s workshop I improved my confidence to sketch and paint wherever I’m at. This workshop uses reference that Laure provides and Google Street View. I also had fun with Google Translate. She includes video so you can see her paint too.
I bound my paintings into a book. Click any image to enlarge.
Decorative paper covers and bound with a Coptic stitch.
My hand marbled paper.
The cafe on the right was found using Google Street View. Google allows derivative use of their images.
Painted the boats on the right without drawing, just went right to paint.
I filled a water brush with Higgins Eternal ink. This ink is permanent, but not waterproof. When used with water, this ink makes lovely watercolor black and greys.
It’s fun to have the work bound and feels like I really went to Paris. Of course I have a vivid imagination too.
A warm and sunny morning, after a pancake breakfast, a ride up a mountain road is like a lullaby. Twisting and turning, whirring and grinding, heavy eyelids are too much to carry. A day of dreams is only minutes. Such an adventure……, but who is that stranger with Gramma?
Last in a series of four. Little Red Cap as imagined by “ME”.
Red gathers the blooms and returns to the path. Once at Gramma’s entry, she knocks and eagerly anticipates her visit. The voice behind the door, although strangely different, gives her permission to pull the latch string and enter. The voice is different, the garden hollyhocks are pointing and there’s a bit of second thought. But Red’s determination dismisses all awareness. Sometimes, even when intuition pulls our hair, we stride forward…..
Red was to go post haste to Gramma’s house, but the forest of flowers was too tempting and she left the path. The delight of the beautiful flowers caused Red to pick the white and pink blooms for her grandmothers table. Wolf also delighted in the forest of flowers and convinced Red that the crimson flowers were the most exquisite in the land. And they were. Red accepted Wolf’s invitation to add his personal favorites to her bouquet and wished her good fortune and good-bye. . . . . . .
Watercolor and Prismacolor Pencil on 90# Arches Hot Press Paper