Gifts, mermaids and conversations with the editor.

Outside the day is pearl gray. Inside questions about the art travel to and fro between myself and the editor.

Jackie: " Do you think she should be giving him something or just touching fingers?
Will keep her hair twining."

Tessa: " I think just touching fingers is lovely – her manifesting to the little boy is the gift."

Through my head a mantra, the voice of the child in the painting, when he is grown.
Child: " Once, in my dreams, I touched the hand of a mermaid. And that has made all the difference."

Have I been in the studio for too long that I imagine the characters from the book have a life outside its pages?

Blue sky and the studio blues

Only one more rough to go after this I think, but although the sun is shining on a blue sky day outside in the studio all is chaos. Lots to do, writing another book, tidying up the text for the Ice Bear, getting prints sorted out for people, finishing off two big gold leaf paintings, delivering signed books to local bookshops as their stock is all sold out and painting Starlight. But first I think it might be time to make some space and tidy up.

More sketches

Starfish swimming in the sea,
Mermaids singing just for me,
Sing a gentle lullaby,
While flying fish dance in the sky.

White paper waiting

Just had a lovely email from Tessa who is the editor at Barefoot and the wonderful woman I stayed with in Bath. Very encouraging. Walked dogs on beach where the sea glowed like opals, so now it is time to inch back towards the blank page.

The red carpet, artwork and bookshops

Drove to Tessa's house on Sunday and showed her the artwork almost straight away to get the moment over. She was either a) very diplomatic, hated it but thought, oh no, I have to spend a few days with Jackie and if I tell her what I really think things will be a bit frosty, or b) really liked the way things are going and is coming up with wonderful creative ways to strengthen the book and get it out into the shops.

It looked good in her kitchen. Always strange seeing the art out of the studio for the first time.
So the next thing was to take it in to the office and get it scanned while I met up with another publisher and went through the text of The Ice Bear with them.
Only when we were driving down Lyncomb Hill did we realize that we had both left the artwork in the kitchen, though I blamed Tessa. I had delivered it to her door, so now it was her responsibility!
Anyway, next day we both remembered and Barefoot rolled out the red carpet for me, at least the red one with swirling patterns.




In the office Vic scanned the art and did printouts for me so that I can keep the continuity of characters right. Already some spreads are going to be shown around to people in the book trade.





Nancy was over from the USA and after Christmas shopping for a while in Bath I came back to interrupt a meeting and head off back for home having been looked after wonderful well by Tessa.




So, tomorrow, back to the drawing board and with a fair wind I hope to finish the art by mid to end of Jan and then learn a great deal about what happens next. Usually I would just hand over art and wait for the finished book, but for the purpose of this blog I want to follow the production side of things, design, printing, not so much marketing as I don't want to give away Barefoot secrets to other publishers.
And the good news for me seems to be that Starlight is on track, Classic Poems is selling very well, and I signed books at both Mr B's and Waterstones in Bath, and with the other publisher, Frances Lincoln, sales of The Snow Leopard are building nicely. It was good to see The Snow Leopard in bookshops in Bath, and Waterstones were very apologetic about only having four copies of Classic Poems for me to sign. Seems they had sold the others.
And I have had enough of shops now and want only peace to paint.

Echoes

On the beach the colour of the sky and the setting full moon echo the colours of the painting I worked on yesterday.
Bright moon, beautiful, in blue sky with clouds.

Leaping whales and hot air pirate ships

Painting, painting and painting. Next, the dragon's cave.

Into the Dragon's Cave

Seduced by sunshine we walked to the beach. Clouds of lapwings in the air. Thinking of Oliver Postgate and his wonderful imagination. Sailed a paper boat in a pool on the beach and then found a dragon's cave with footprints leading in.

There were no footprints leading out, which seemed very fitting. Outside the sun still shone and the cold wind blew strong from the Northlands.



Back home in the warm we discovered the Dragon's Friendly Society. A very good place to find!

Bagpuss

Sad news today as I heard on the radio of the death of Oliver Postgate, creator of Bagpuss, a gentle voice from my childhood, a star.
Just hearing his voice takes me right back to being young. How I loved the saggy old cloth cat and the mice on the mouse organ.
His partnership with Peter Firmin was genius and they did more working in a cowshed than most animators do with digital.
To read more about Oliver Postgate have a look at the BBC obituary.

Dragons and kingfishers and bears drinking tea

A couple of days away from the drawing board, at an exhibition preview and then a lovely day at Druidstone Hotel selling books. The day was calm and sunny but cold and icy outside. Back to the drawing board now though, which is where I would rather be at the moment and finally the dragon demanded to be green. With red hair.




Looking around my studio there are paper boats everywhere.




Started the day by doodling in the margins of the text. Only about 3 more spreads to find roughs for. Hoping the text can wriggle though the paintings, unless it is in white space beneath them as on some spreads. Seeing Tessa, the editor, this time next week and want at least another two, maybe three spreads done by then. I hate seeing people face to face. Much prefer the agony of sending things by post and hoping it doesn't get lost than the fear of disappointing people in the flesh.

Thinking aloud again

Inside the dragon's cave.

Build a castle high as high

It is not that I paint that fast! This was almost finished last week and has lurked around waiting to be finished off, which I think it is now, almost.
Yesterday I spent much of the day wondering what colour to paint the dragon, and I think I have settled on red, but still not certain sure. What a thing to be worrying over.
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