Checking mail and email is kind of important, even during the holidays. Maybe I should have keyed that in bold, italics and the largest font available. Why? Because I did not adequately check my email over the holidays recently.
Did something drastic happen? Only in my own mind. There was this reminder that I have to have the next children’s book done by end of June. At least in the form for the publisher. (It is tricky when you are partly your own boss.) Sigh. The word part of the book is done, and has been. It is the drawing part that is now way behind schedule.
Today I got one of the liner pages done. What? did I hear an imagined snicker from the peanut gallery? Yes, the liner pages of this picture book will have sketches. Oh, and some dialogue as well.
This whole project is going to end up being thrown together last minute with the deadline looming ahead and only three of the thirty-two pages done. There are four weeks, with four workable days a week available to me. A twelve day total to get basically thirty pages done.
I say that even though I just told you there were three pages done. One of which I am not at all happy with, because I rushed it today and it looks more like a rough draft version. Which means I wasted prepped paper and have to re-prepare another sheet of watercolor paper to use in its place.
For those uninitiated, such as myself, when you use watercolor on paper the water saturation tends to make the paper curl. So, you are supposed to prepare the paper by saturating it with water and there by swelling the fibers. Then you tape the wet paper to a flat surface or some other form of maintaining pressure on the edges and corners to keep them flat until the paper dries. Once dried, you removed the paper and can now paint away with no fear the paper will ripple or curl on when painting with watercolors.
Add to this I have to cut the paper to a size that is larger than the finished page so reduction will make them seem crisper and much better looking that their originals. In other words, improve on my novice mistakes. This is not top notch artwork. This is what I am going to call, ‘granny art’. The kind of art only a grandchild can love.
You are aware of refrigerator art? Well, granny art is the same thing in reverse. This in contrast to what I am sure is out there somewhere ‘parent art’. Those homemade gifts bestowed that may or may not (generally NOT) have street value to even the most generous art dealer? That kind of art.
Yes, I am creating that kind of art and the popping it in a book written for a grandchild and selling it to the masses. Crazy, right? Because this is the contract I could sign.
But, I digress. I have at least thirty pages to get done. Wish me luck.