Saturday, April 23, 2016

This is Why I Love Reading to First Graders


I'm very lucky to have a sister who teaches first grade nearby. Once a week, I visit to share one of my Hidden Picture puzzles with them and to read a story. It's wonderful. They're always happy to see me, which is a big ego boost, and I'm always happy to spend time with them and absorb their energy. It's also hugely interesting to see how they'll respond to the book I've chosen.

This week, I brought Maybe Something Beautiful: How Art Transformed a Neighborhood, written by F. Isabel Campoy and Theresa Howell and illustrated by Rafael Lopez. I picked it because it combines two of my passions: art and activism. (You can read a review of the book here.) The illustrations are beautiful, but I wondered if the plot would hold a classroom of kids, because it's pretty simple. I needn't worry, because it went over very well. One girl even hugged herself and said quietly, "I love this," as I read.

I explained that this book was inspired by a true story, but the girl in the book was a made up character. One girl's eyes lit up and she raised her hand. "Is this historical fiction?" she asked. Wow. Yes, I suppose it kind of is, I said. The girl next to her asked, "What's husautica ficta?" THIS is what I love about first grade. You get kids with a wide range of experience and abilities, but they're all curious, and they're not afraid to ask when they don't get something (if you have a class that feels like a safe space, as this one does). So we talked about what historical means and what fiction means. I could almost hear the wheels turning behind their eyes. Then a girl said, "'Like 'Titanic'! I've seen it six times." "What's Titanic?" asked a boy. And so we discussed the sinking of that famous ship.

It wasn't the discussion I thought we'd have about the book (how art enriches our lives, how people coming together can change the world), but I didn't mind. It's just so much fun watching young minds grow, and watching how books help make it happen.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

The Cobblestone Kids of Copenhagen


I'm officially in love with Copenhagen (which, when not capitalized, spellcheck likes to change to "open haven"). My son is doing a semester abroad there, and I recently spent a truly wonderful week visiting him and bumbling through Denmark together.

There's much to love about this charming city, from the cobblestone streets to the quirky houseboats, to the bike-centric culture. Maybe it's my profession or my mom instincts talking, but I was most charmed by the children of Denmark. The temperature hovered around freezing the whole week, and I noticed little snow suited people everywhere.
Prams are also omnipresent. The Danish firmly believe in the power of fresh air, especially for sleeping babies. They zip them right into their deluxe "child wagons" and stroll around town, with the little snow suit people hanging on so they all stick together. I once saw a child wagon with four little, pointy-hatted babies inside and almost melted on the spot. I had to sketch them right away.

I hope to return to this lovely haven one day, preferably in non-snow suit weather.

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Branching Out


Sometimes, when I don’t know what the hell to do next, and I’m feeling a bit unsettled, I draw some growing thing. When my youngest son started school full time and I suddenly had the house to myself for hours on end, I sat down and drew the giant tree in our neighbor’s backyard. I used charcoal on a giant pad of newsprint and filled the whole page.

Three days ago, I quit my agent of ten years. It was time, and I don’t regret it, but yesterday morning I woke feeling adrift and at sea. So I drew the tree again. This time with India ink and tempera on cardboard. 

A lot has changed in 10 years. The giant tree is even bigger, and that youngest son is getting ready to pick a college.

I’ve changed too, but have I changed enough?

Mary Oliver asks,

“Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,

which is mostly standing still and learning to be
           astonished.”


Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Sick Day

Feeling better today, but yesterday it was a struggle to resist climbing in bed with a box of kleenex. I never experienced the days of "house calls," but I do remember making shadow animals. My brother was a master at it.

Friday, November 20, 2015

Stuffed. And Animal.

This is a twofer. Fulfilling the "Stuffed" theme for the Tugeau2 promo and the "Animal" theme for Illustration Friday.

Friday, August 14, 2015

Sketch time

Just a quick sketch from memory of a dad at the library with his two wee ones. I went to the library to get a few things and thought I'd sketch kids while there, but I was too nervous. So instead I just tried paying close attention, noticing details about people, and went home to draw them. It was actually a pretty good exercise.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

To the Beach!


Every time I say "To the beach!" I think of Mr. Bean. Click here to see why. Good, silly movie. Perfect for summertime.