Archive for June, 2010

Where’s Sabriel??

Welp, I don’t have a new Sabriel piece to show today…I sincerely apologize, I was hoping to keep a better handle on the schedule. Unfortunately this month has been a bit of a rollercoaster, work-wise, health-wise, and inspiration-wise. I’ve been burnt out, but am in the process of regaining my strength and preparing for some teaching and illustrating again! Thanks for your patience everyone, I can’t wait to see all of next month’s pieces!



June 25, 2010 at 5:00 pm 2 comments

A Statue of an Angel

Posted by: Phil McAndrew
Book: From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler
(purchase on Amazon)

Claudia paid no attention, for now they reached what everyone was standing in line to see. A statue of an angel; her arms were folded, and she was looking holy. As Claudia passed by, she thought that that angel was the most beautiful, most graceful little statue she had ever seen; she wanted to stop and stare; she almost did, but the crowd wouldn’t let her.

While wandering the museum on their first full day as secret residents, Claudia and Jamie come across an enormous line in the Hall of the Italian Renaissance. Thousands of people are, for some reason, lining up to see this one little statue of an angel. Claudia becomes obsessed with this statue, but is only able to look at it for a few moments before the insane crowd pushes her along.

The next day Claudia and Jamie obtain a copy of  The New York Times (illustrated in my last post!), from which they learn that the statue was recently acquired by the museum from the collection of a Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. People are going nuts over the statue because it is suspected to have been the work of Michelangelo himself (though it has yet to actually be proven)! Upon reading this, Claudia and Jamie make a decision that is to shape the rest of their adventure. They are going to solve the mystery of this little statue.

“When I grow up, I’m going to find a way to know for certain who did a statue.”

This was all Claudia needed. Something that had been smoldering inside her since she first saw the statue, that had been fed by the Times article, now flared into an idea.

“Jamie, let’s do it now. Let’s skip learning everything about everything in the museum. Let’s concentrate on the statue.”

June 24, 2010 at 5:15 pm 3 comments


This time last month, I was graduating from college and moving out of an apartment and because of all of that, rushed some really lackluster illustrations. This month, I’m on the cusp of moving again and instead of barreling through this month’s illustrations and giving you a schlocky batch of drawings, I’m going to take a few extra days and give you something worthwhile. Maybe this time next month, when I’m settled in my new apartment I’ll be able to post on time and with gusto! Thank you so so much for your understanding and patience and I’ll be back by the end of the week!

June 22, 2010 at 11:16 pm Leave a comment

The blue tick hound was like the Pritchards, mean and ugly.

Posted by: Israel Sanchez

Book: Where The Red Fern Grows

“I knew the killing of the ghost coon was out of my control, but I just didn’t want to see him die.  I said to Rubin, “Just give me back my two dollars and I’ll go home.  I can’t keep you from killing him, but I don’t have to stay and see it.”

Old Dan and Little Ann’s reputation as some of the best hunting dogs in the Ozarks brings the Pritchard brothers to grandpa’s store with the offer of a wager.  The brothers know of an old coon that no hunter in the mountains has ever been able to catch.  Every time a hunter thinks he has the coon treed, the animal disappears into the night.  Billy agrees to a bet with the Pritchards that his dogs can catch the ghost coon.

After a long chase, Billy figures out the animal’s trick and his dogs soon have the animal cornered.  Just before he lets Dan and Ann loose on the animal, Billy change his mind and decides to let it live, the long night of hunting has given Billy a new respect for the coon.  The Pritchard’s are angered by Billy’s decision and when their own hound dog joins them, a fight between the whole group starts.

June 21, 2010 at 5:06 pm 6 comments

The Giver- Chapter 3

Posted by: Lucy Knisley

Book: The Giver, by Lois Lowry

“Oh, look!” Lily squealed in delight. “Isn’t he cute? Look how tiny he is! And he has funny eyes like yours, Jonas!” Jonas glared at her. He didn’t like it that she had mentioned his eyes. He waited for his father to chastise Lily. But Father was busy unstrapping the carrying basket from the back of his bicycle. Jonas walked over to look.
It was the first thing Jonas noticed as he looked at the newchild peering up curiously from the basket. The pale eyes.
Almost every citizen in the community had dark eyes. His parents did, and Lily did, and so did all of his group members and friends.”

(p. 20)

This chapter opens with the arrival of a “newchild,” Gabriel. Jonas’ father is a caregiver to very young children in the community, who reside at a care facility until they are placed with a family at the annual ceremony. Gabriel is a poor sleeper, so he is allowed to be cared for in Jonas’ home in the hopes that it will improve his health. It’s immediately apparent that Jonas and Gabriel have a connection, as illustrated by their similarly unusual eye shading.

Later, Jonas goes on to ruminate on a memory of a strange occurrence during his recreation period…

Jonas had casually picked up an apple from the basket where the snacks were kept, and had thrown it to his friend. Asher had thrown it back, and they had begun a simple game of catch.

There had been nothing special about it; it was an activity that he had performed countless times: throw, catch; throw, catch. It was effortless for Jonas, and even boring, though Asher enjoyed it, and playing catch was a required activity for Asher because it would improve his hand-eye coordination, which was not up to standards.

But suddenly Jonas had noticed, following the path of the apple through the air with his eyes, that the piece of fruit had– well, this was the part that he couldn’t adequately understand– the apple had changed. Just for an instant. It had changed in mid-air, he remembered. Then it was in his hand, and he looked at it carefully, but it was the same apple. Unchanged. The same size and shape: a perfect sphere. The same nondescript shade, about the same shade as his own tunic.


Finally, I can use a little color in these illustrations! And by a little, I mean, the absolute tiniest bit. More to come, though… See you next month!

June 20, 2010 at 10:35 am 7 comments

Pool Party

Posted by: PMurphy
Book: One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest
(purchase on Amazon)

“I want something done! Hear me?”

After collectively rebelling against Nurse Ratched’s ward policy, Chief Bromden states, “There’s no more fog any place.”

It seems that the men have a renewed sense of confidence and look to McMurphy for guidance.  However, it’s not too long until McMurphy steps down from his role as their leader.  He decides to back down after talking to the lifeguard at the swimming pool.  They were discussing the difference between being committed in the hospital and jail.  The lifeguard tells McMurphy, “You’re sentenced in a jail, and you got a date ahead of you when you know you’re gonna be turned loose.”  This is when he realizes that his actions against Nurse Ratched could possibly keep him in the hospital indefinitely.

That afternoon, the patients are having a meeting with the Big Nurse and the patient, Cheswick, brings up an issue with cigarette policy.  He demands for something to be done about the rationing of cigarettes.  “I ain’t no little kid to have cigarettes kept from me like cookies!” he says.   Cheswick looks towards McMurphy for approval and leadership but McMurphy turns the other way.  Cheswick begins to flip-out and spends the night in the Disturbed ward.

The next morning, the men are heading toward the pool and Cheswick is there.  He stops and tells McMurphy that he understands why he didn’t stand up for him.  He proceeds to dive into the water and intentionally drowns himself by getting his fingers stuck in the grate at the bottom of the pool.

June 18, 2010 at 7:45 am 2 comments

The Neverending Story part II

After their meeting in the forest the will o’ the wisp, the rock biter and the other creatures resume their journey to the Ivory tower. Where they find countless other beings from every corner of Fantastica. Everywhere the Nothing is consuming the land, and ominously the childlike empress herself has fallen ill.

She has chosen a champion to find a cure for herself and Fantastica, someone who will have to undertake the Great searching. She has given him her sign, a golden necklace of two snakes biting each other’s tails, called AURYN.
The hero she has chosen is the boy Atreyu.

So here we have Atreyu on his little horse Artax. He’s still at the beginning of his quest and he’s now reached the glass towers of Eribo. I wanted to show something of Fantastica before the Nothing swallows all of it. Though the little creatures in the bottom left have been displaced by it already.

As you can see I’ve decided on a slightly different style after the somewhat improvised drawing last month. The colours I’ve chosen are the colours the book is printed in: red and blue.
So I’ve changed the first one accordingly, I hope you still like it.

June 16, 2010 at 6:55 am 12 comments

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