In the last issue of my Newsletter, I said I’d been asked to do the cover art for an anthology of children’s stories called, Kissed By An Angel. This wonderful book, which my friends and I are working on, is due out soon. It has been put together to benefit the Sturge-weber Foundation.
I didn’t know if I could still draw or paint. On my journey to picking up the paintbrushes again, after a ten year absence, I took photos of every step along the way. The resulting photo essay went into my Newsletter.
One of my good friends suggested I share the essay here. I was going to do just that. However, a week has gone by, as it often does between blog posts, and I’ve done a second illustration since then. So, my idea is to use the same format with new imagery. Everyone wins!
The story I have in the Kissed By An Angel, anthology is called, ‘Grandpa & Loor.’ My main character’s evocative name was chosen by author, Robyn Campbell’s son, Christopher, who lives with Sturge-weber syndrome.
A Photo Essay for ‘Grandpa & Loor’…
A few years back, I tried using computer software to “draw” but I didn’t take to it. I simply prefer pencils, erasers, pens, colour pencils, and paints. I’m old school. So, bear with me. For some people, this might be a trip down memory lane.
First, I had to work up a sketch I liked. I borrowed the man’s expression from an old photo of my boys’ father and aged him by adding wrinkles, I borrowed the idea for the hair out of a Santa book from the ’70’s. I was seeking with this illustration to express how we caregivers and parents of special children feel about them, and how they feel toward us. Once I was happy with it on a feeling level, I had a pencil template.
I painted the background over with a pale wash of pink.
Next, I applied the first coat of watercolour. At this stage, I made a timeline of the process, by taking this snap when I started.
At that stage, I added the second layer to the characters, according to what I thought the colours might be later.
At that point, I switched from water colour to gouache, and started using the fine tipped brushes.
And, just like that, in the twinkling of a back-breaking eye, I had finally crossed the finish line, thirteen hours later!
Since then, I’ve had three hours sleep.
And yet, I feel victorious. Art is magical, isn’t it?
What sort of art do you do in your life? What’s important to you creatively? Tell me in the comments….
Yvette K. Carol
“Rainer Maria Rilke saw artists as bees gathering experience from the material world and then returning with it to “the great golden hive of the Invisible.” ~ PJ Reece