SINK *IF

Who is Silly Frilly Grandma Tillie going to show up as next?

Silent *IF

Shhh… I thought I’d post a little "quiet” clip from my new picture book coming in March 2012, Silly Frilly Grandma Tillie by Laurie A. Jacobs.

Growing up, I shared a bedroom with my little sister and remember when Grandma Rose would come to stay with us for several weeks. Our kitchen would turn into a little german bakery and she walked one mile a day well into her 90’s. To this day, I only fold my towels the way grandma taught me.

Fuel *IF

Chocolate Milk and PiCkLeS :) yummmmmmmy...

Mysterious

Mysteriously, I keep trying to finish this illo but can’t,…yet…perhaps next week’s word will help me…mysteriously.

A little bit of sleepy...

Yawn…. Even when I type the word yawn, I yawn.
I’ve been busy working on a new picture book. I never really know when to start sharing what I’m working on; however, I couldn’t resist making a little clip although it’s unfinished. (Yawn). There’s a cool breeze outside, and I think some hot cocoa would do nicely before bed.
I’ll post much more of the book later. Sorry I’m not chattier.
The image was painted in Corel Painter over a scanned sketch.
Have a lovely evening, all.
Anne

Savour IF*

I thought I would savour the moment.
I've been working to streamline my digital painting process without losing the color and texture I like with traditional painting. This is a really fun pig that has been floating around in head that needed to take flight.
Sorry I haven't posted in awhile, though I still stop by IF* each week to see what's new.
I'm not completely done with this illo, but moving forward. I have a new children's book on the way and this weekend is The STORYMAKER'S ART show in Ft Lauderdale. I'm really looking forward to it and traveling there with my good friend Loreen Leedy. You should check out her blogs! packed full of great stuff.

I'll have plenty of pictures to share next week.

(Deep breath...exhale) so much for savouring the moment.... back to drawing!

later.

Transportation

Life has a bit more irony than I would prefer. I’m thinking things should be fixed to their proper place, but they have a way being uprooted and moved about, sometime haphazardly. Although, a sequence of unseen events does often add an interesting twist to life. The crow is free to move about where he may like; not even bound by gravity, yet chooses to rests on the arm of the scarecrow who, secured in his spot, is suddenly propelled forward by the wind. Or is the wind just enough force to convince the scarecrow to propel himself forward? Maybe the scarecrow is the only one to know.

I wish it was a little windier in my studio today.