April 2018 Hedge a gram
Posted by Jan Brett in Jan Brett Posts on April 24, 2018
Sketch for 2019 Tiger Book
Happy April,
This is my April hedge-a-gram, the time I take every month to relay my book making activities. The Tiger story I have had in my mind for 5 years has finally metamorphosized into a dummy. In book terms, a dummy is 32 pages of full color thumbnail sketches made into a small coverless book. Although everyone doesn’t actually make signatures (groups of 4 pages) and sew them into a 32 page booklet, it really helps me to sequence the illustrations in a page turning format rather than a group of illustrations. When I do the final illustrations I will display them on a huge bulleton board within sight of my art desk. There is always that moment of excitement when the first folded and gathered pages come from the printer for me to check. Many times the illustrations look different in a book format. Hopefully better!
Because I visualize a story in pictures rather than a manuscript I decided to present my Tiger story as a dummy. I went to Penguin Random House to have a meeting with my editor and art director to see if they liked it. I had only told them the basic idea, and referenced the Middle Eastern tale it was inspired by. Although my story is hardly recognizable from the original tale I wanted my editor to know the changes I would be making.
I travelled to India 4 years ago to research the main characters, Tigers, and see firsthand the flora and fauna in the huge game reserves of Kanha National Park, Bandhavgarh National Park, and Panna National Park in Madhya Pradesh Province. The trip was very fruitful because we saw Tigers, smaller cats and many animals and birds I would populate my story with.
My story takes place in that region, but far back in time. Jokingly I say “a time when Tigers wore clothes and Peacocks talked!” In other words it is set in a world made up with children in mind.
I spent many hours in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC in their Asiatic and Middle Eastern rooms being transported by the exquisite Court Paintings. There are many schools of painting although the flowering of the art was arguably in the 16th, 17th and 18th centuries when Princes and people of wealth could enable artists to create. Some of the most wonderful paintings are of wildlife but both Persian and Indian court painting are equally stunning when depicting portraits, scenes of everyday life and illustrating stories. It was an emotional experience to see these paintings that are so vibrant they look like the paint had dried only minutes before. I felt such kinship with these long dead artists it almost makes me believe in reincarnation.
I was so pleased to find the Met had a wonderful bookstore, and many of the treasures I had seen in the galleries could be studied when I got home. I will by no means copy the style but there will be something of color palettes and techniques that will stay in my mind even if I didn’t want them to. The art was very indelible to some deep part of my imagination. There is a great sense of freedom one experiences by viewing magnificent art from another culture. I especially love the subtler expressions and character the artists achieved in the portraits done in profile. Western art loves front on faces I think. I was lucky the Met bookstore mailed my books to me because I made quite a haul. Now it is on to the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, where I went to the Museum School, to see their collection.
My meeting with editor and art director was very productive. We discussed trim size. The shape and size of a book tells a bit about what’s inside. Beatrix Potter,(my most admired illustrator) famously made little books for little hands. I will continue with my larger sized books so I have room for the borders. I like to think when the book is opened wide, and a child focuses in, that they feel like at any moment they could walk into the page. How wonderful books are that they can take hold of our imaginations and give us worlds we could have never imagined for ourselves.
Happy creating and enjoying the beauty in the world around you.
Your friend, Jan
January 2018 Hedge a gram
Posted by Jan Brett in Jan Brett Posts on January 3, 2018
Happy January
Happy January! I hope you like my monthly Hedge a grams. Besides random thoughts, I like to report on my artistic work every month, and I call it a Hedge-a-gram. When I was quite young I wanted to be a children’s book illustrator, and I would have loved to be connected to someone who was. Because it is the New Year I would like to add a personal reflection on a new beginning as well.
I was lucky to have parents that encouraged using our imaginations. When I say, “our” I mean myself and my two younger sisters. My mother was a preschool teacher and was very wise about the lives of young children. When we were in high school she went back to a Junior College to take more courses in childhood education. She went to a junior college that was in a small town nearby. The teachers there were top rate and had great expectations. Seeing my Mom go back to school and be so invigorated made a lasting impression on me. Children always fascinated my mother and her basic rules for us meant we should be reading, playing games, drawing, or being outside. We could have two TV shows only on Saturday morning. In those days we could safely ride our bikes all over our town and explore the woods and fields. There were trails all through some of the larger undeveloped tracts of land, and I often wonder who made them and used them. I became a children’s book author and illustrator, and my youngest sister did too, Jeannie Brett. My sister Sophie became an amazing 6th grade teacher, and now a Speech Pathologist. I am happy to say my Mom lived to see my sister follow in her footsteps and the other two of us be involved creating children’s books, her two great interests.
Once in a while events happen that coincide in a unique and productive way. This chain of events began around New Year’s and I want to write about it. My husband, Joe and I traveled to Albuquerque, New Mexico to see his son and their family. Because they have four children and have no free bedroom, we stay at a resort nearby, called Tamara Hyatt Regency. This hotel is part of the Santa Ana Pueblo and is very beautiful. There are trails through a Cottonwood woods that open up to the Rio Grande, and a beautiful stable in the shadow of a mesa sacred to the Tamayame people. This stable is very well cared for, and the rehabilitated rescue horses- at least 60 head, are like a who’s who of the horse world. Gorgeous Belgiums, Haflinger, Mustang, Paso Fino, a Shetland pony, and more than you can count Quarter Horses in all their gorgeous color combinations live in this beautiful place of sage and grasses. In the hotel, many of the staff are Native Americans and the decorations in the rooms and public spaces are traditional textiles, pottery and Native American painting. In our room we had a pottery bowl with a beautiful chicken in black and terra cotta red on cream background. As if that were not enough there was a beautiful horse and warrior painting in the traditional style. Along with the hedgehog and horse, chickens are a favorite of mine! For a few hours on weekends a Navaho silver artist named Michael visits the lodge and sells his jewelry. He also brings his tools and shows how he works. Last year I wanted to buy a piece, but he was thoughtfully explaining his process to another guest. This year I was lucky and bought a Eagle feather bracelet, because I want it to remind me of my chickens, they both have feathers after all. Another bracelet caught my eye, called a prayer bracelet. On the sides you can see motifs of mountains and grasses in three groups. Michael told me that the tradition was to face sunrise and say the prayer, again when the sun is at its highest, and one more time as the sun sets.
This is an excerpt from the prayer, which I got from the Internet. One starts facing east and turns clockwise to the south, west, north and back to east again.
In beauty I walk
With beauty before me I walk
With beauty behind me I walk
With beauty above me I walk
With beauty around me I walk
It has become beauty again
When I got home, I woke up and faced the sunrise, but since it was 5 degrees I did it from my upstairs window. I noticed all around that window frost flowers had formed in beautiful patterns. Then I went off to check on my chickens and pack for a road trip to Vermont to meet my daughter and her family for skiing. Just before leaving I snapped a photo of the frost patterns. When I got home I painted them in on the book jacket of THE SNOWY NAP. The frost flowers were just the touch it needed.
I really love to stop and think about beauty three times a day in a purposeful way. It really nourishes me and I get energy from it. The web has some very beautiful Navaho and Native American prayers on it. When I went back down to buy my second bracelet from Michael I showed him an article I had just read in Outside magazine about a Navaho track coach who organizes a 55k race in Arizona’s Canyon De Chelly. The special thing about this long distance race is that the singlet you wear in order to be in the race enables you to follow the course through sacred land, a beautiful canyon. It turns out that Michael, even though he lives in Albuquerque now, went to that same high school. The race is a little too long for me, but I got a good start on my training by running a 9 miler in my old town next door where I grew up on New Years day. It was 12 degrees but I was warm as toast with all my layers.
I am late, late, late with getting in the finishes for THE SNOWY NAP, but I am revitalized and very happy with my new work, especially the frost flowers!
I love that the New Year means new beginnings, and I wish you all the best in 2018 and a fresh start and renewed energy in your creative life.
Happy New Year,
Jan Brett
August 2017 Hedge a gram
Posted by Jan Brett in Jan Brett Posts on August 17, 2017
Happy August!
I love August because so many in our family are born in August, and are Leo the Lions, my husband Joe, daughter Lia, daughter-in-law Catherine, and Grandson, Gavin.
We are out in the Berkshire Hills of Massachusetts for the summer, as my husband Joe, plays the Double Bass in the Boston Symphony Orchestra. I have several children’s books with musical themes, BERLIOZ about a bass playing bear, and GINGERBREAD CHRISTMAS, where inside you can see instruments of the Symphony Orchestra made of gingerbread, as well as the gingerbread baby himself.
Much has been written about art imitating life, and how the everyday world inspires the imaginary world or when the two merge. An interesting incident happened as I was hard at work on my new book THE SNOWY NAP that is a curious example. My studio is part of a sprawling log cabin set up on a cliff overlooking Goose Pond. I share my studio with Little Snow, who became our pet when I needed a model for the white rabbit in THE ANIMAL’S SANTA. He lives in a fairly large, open area in the cabin also made of logs, raised up on legs, and he is close enough that I can look over my shoulder at him. You may have seen him when I went on the three week book tour in 2014 on our bus, he came too. I was intensely working, listening to an audio book when out of the blue there came a hard rap, almost a bang. We live in the woods and thought a branch had come crashing down on the roof over my head. I took a quick look out the windows, fore and aft, but didn’t see anything, so I went back to work. Again I was startled by a resounding, sharp, very loud rap, only this time, I realized it came from Little Snow’s corral. I got up again and realized he had thumped the floor with his strong back foot. We’ve had little snow for four years and he does all sorts of antics, but he has never made this very loud bang. I knew that wild rabbits thump the ground when they see danger to warn other rabbits so I checked out the windows again. It was morning, and the woods and lake were sparkling in the dappled sunshine. Little Snow seemed a little frozen in place, but seeing nothing, I turned to go back to work, peeking out the hard to get to window beside his pen as I did so. There was a black bear’s face looking up at me!
The amazing thing for me was that Little Snow is a domesticated rabbit. I can’t imagine how many generations his ancestor bunnies have lived under human watch. Yet he recognized that the bear was not in his comfort zone. Then, not two days later, a friends brought their chocolate lab to visit. He ran into my art studio and looked right into Little Snow’s corral, it’s hinged door wide open. This time Little Snow ran to the other side but didn’t make his alarm thump.
As long as we have had Little Snow he’s never even seen a dog. I am left wondering about animal intelligence and instincts and I am waiting for the next alarm thump to help with my theory that our pets have complex behaviors that are sometimes hidden from us.
In THE SNOWY NAP, I overstate the interaction between Hedgie the hedgehog and the farm animals as my imagination takes my story into fiction. Hedgie takes a last ramble around the farm before the snow flies, and for him, hibernation. When the animals gently taunt him about what he will be missing, Hedgie tries to stay up to see winter. This doesn’t work out, and luckily, before he is frozen, he is rescued by a little girl who brings him inside for warmth and food. Outside, the animals can see his wonderful life inside as he views winter scenes from his cozy window. At the first opportunity the outside animals move inside!
I am working on the finishes of THE SNOWY NAP, and the beginning pages are sequential. I have a book dummy that maps out the exact 32 pages the book will be. My next spread will skip ahead to one of the snowy scenes, and then I’ll do the farm animals and wild animals in the house scene which is uproarious and funny. The publisher, Penguin Random House likes to have a partial dummy to promote the book early on, way before the book is due which is why I do it this way. I love this stage of the book when I feel I can enter the world I’ve created, it seems real.
I will probably get started writing the book that will follow. It is set in India, and has a tiger as the main character. The working title is THE RUNAWAY SLIPPERS. Four years as go I went to India and saw a wild tiger in a large game reserve from a jeep. It was very cat like and very large. You know when a tiger is on the move because the deer bark, and the monkey scream warning. Nothing can prepare you for the sound of that roar that makes hair stand up on the back of your neck, or the sight of the slinky, cryptic, majestic striped presence.
When I’m not looking forward to the next book, I am getting excited about my first early book signing on Cape Cod. I hope Cape Codders will stop by their famous historic bookstore, Eight Cousins, to let me sign them a copy of THE MERMAID. It will have been just published. My usual national book tour will start the day after Thanksgiving. All the details will be on my website. I am about to send copies of THE MERMAID to Bailey and Tony at the New England Aquarium. They introduced me to “Sy”, the Giant Pacific Octopus who features largely in THE MERMAID. Every year I make a picture of a momentous day in our year for my husband. This year I painted us at the aquarium, the day of our amazing visit. I made copies for Bailey and Tony, only I think their minds are totally emerged in the fascinating work they are doing with the aquatic creatures that make up their world at the New England Aquarium.
When I’m not painting I have been trail running on the stretch of the Appalachian Trail two miles from our cabin. The “thru” hikers, the intrepid people who have hiked from Georgia, are traveling North in large numbers this month. Upper Goose, the lake connected to us by a small channel has Appalachian club cabins for hikers to stay at if they choose. I really enjoy meeting the hikers who tell me their “trail names” which I then put up on my wall. The trip to Mt. Katadin in Maine from Georgia takes six months. It takes a lot of mental fortitude and physical endurance. They hike through weather extremes and with heavy packs. The tradition is that if you share the trail, or just want to show your admiration, you can offer trail magic. I tried to perfect my choc chip cookie recipe when my daughter was in Iraq as a US Marine and I was told my recipe was good, so that’s what I bring on my runs to give as trail magic. Here is my recipe, which is off the choc chip bag with a few modifications. I mostly concentrate on really good ingredients.
Sift 2 and 1/4 cups King Arthur flour
3/4 teas sea salt
1 teaspoon of baking powder
Combine after mixing the following:
1 and 1/2 cups brown sugar
1 cup Kate’s homemade butter, softened
3 of my chicken’s eggs( they are bantams), use 2 store eggs
1 teaspoon Baldwin’s vanilla extract or substitute high quality
1 bar of Ghiradelli’s white choc bar chopped up into small chunks
I LG packet of Ghiradelli’s semi sweet choc morsels.
I cook at 375 degrees for 8 minutes, but adjust to your own oven
So far, the thru hikers I’ve met are:
Honcho, Shop Teacher, Chugging Along, All Aboard, Speedy, Night Hawk, Slim Jim, Bear Pop, Capt Bob, Hiking Home, Young Gandolf, Blue Bird, Dr. GO- MO, Ogi, Two Step, Pio, Stack, and Warden.
I hope hikers stop at Goose Pond’s AT Cabins, I’ve only seen the cabins from the lake, but Upper Goose is a beautiful clear lake with great swimming.
Tonight I will go hear Joe play at a Symphony concert and let the music take me away to more interior worlds. Maybe we’ll see meteors over Tanglewood since we are near the Perseid meteor shower time, when the earth is going through the tail of 109P/ Swift-Tuttle Comet
Good luck with all your creative projects, and Happy Birthday Leo the Lions!
Your friend, Jan Brett
Bear!
Posted by Jan Brett in Jan Brett Posts on August 17, 2017
I hope the photo of the bear isn’t too fuzzy, I try not to get to close and allow the bear to get used to people. Then they will become nuisance bears and have to be relocated.
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