{"id":2116,"date":"2011-04-13T00:01:20","date_gmt":"2011-04-13T06:01:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=2116"},"modified":"2011-04-15T22:53:41","modified_gmt":"2011-04-16T04:53:41","slug":"one-impossible-peek-behindyuyi-moraless-artwork-before-breakfast","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=2116","title":{"rendered":"One Impossible Peek Behind<br>Yuyi Morales&#8217;s Artwork Before Breakfast"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/c_26-27cutting.jpg\" border=1>Just in case on Monday (with <strong><a href=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=2115\">the visit from author\/illustrator Philip C. Stead<\/a><\/strong>) we illustration fans&#8212;and I use &#8220;we&#8221; here to mean myself and 7-Imp&#8217;s wonderful readers&#8212;didn&#8217;t get enough of that fascinating process <em>stuff<\/em>, the peek into the making of our favorite picture books, I&#8217;ve got a bit more today with illustrator <strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.yuyimorales.com\/\">Yuyi Morales<\/a><\/strong>, who <strong><a href=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=1829\">visited me in 2009<\/a><\/strong>. Yuyi&#8217;s latest illustrated title is called <em><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.indiebound.org\/book\/9780763645700\">Ladder to the Moon<\/a><\/strong><\/em> (Candlewick, April 2011), written by Maya Soetoro-Ng (who, you will see at <strong><a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Maya_Soetoro-Ng\">this link<\/a><\/strong>, is the maternal half-sister of President Obama, and who seems to be making talk show rounds this week to discuss this picture book &#8212; or so I&#8217;ve noticed when I&#8217;ve hit social media sites, though I&#8217;ve been too busy this week to watch any of the footage).  <\/p>\n<p>Maya&#8217;s story, inspired by her daughter&#8217;s questions about her late grandmother, opens with a young girl asking questions about her maternal grandmother: &#8220;What was Grandma Annie like?&#8221; to which the girl&#8217;s mother replies, &#8220;She was like the moon&#8230;Full, soft, and curious. Your grandma would wrap her arms around the whole world if she could.&#8221; <!--more-->Later that day, as the girl is trying to sleep yet too busy pondering what her mother had told her, a golden ladder appears at her window. And on the lowest rung of that ladder is her grandmother herself, asking the child if she&#8217;d like an adventure. After taking some time to listen to the moon&#8217;s songs and spend time together, they spot a fifty-foot wave on the earth below and invite the children who suffer the wave to join them. (&#8220;Come dance and get warm, babies&#8230;&#8221;) Tasting more troubles in the air, they also see other children suffering. Eventually, a &#8220;moon crew&#8221; forms; they see people on the earth praying: &#8220;I feel faith moving the air down there,&#8221; Grandma Annie says:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Looking past the golden ladder, she spotted people whose hands pointed upward from a synagogue, a temple, a mosque, and a steepled church. One by one, every person was finding his or her own path to the moon, each path connecting with the others in hope&#8217;s massive stream.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/laddertothemooncover1.jpg\" border=1><\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t want to give away the entire plot here. The &#8220;moon crew&#8221;&#8212;made up of folks of various cultures and ways of believing&#8212;tells stories of their adventures on earth. Clearly, this is an ethereal, otherworldly tale, <em>Publishers Weekly<\/em> calling it &#8220;{n}ontraditional spiritual literature for children,&#8221; adding &#8220;Morales conjures these images with real power, painting worshippers of many races and faiths illuminated by candlelight, infants with wings, and softly padded women whose arms promise forgiveness.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m going to stop jibber-jabbering now and let Yuyi show us the thumbnails, sketches, and final illustrations from three moments in the book. (The final spreads are text-less, and you may click on each image to enlarge and see it in more detail.) I thank Yuyi for visiting 7-Imp again.<\/p>\n<p><center><font size=4><strong>* * * * * * *<\/strong><\/font><\/center> <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/t_8-9.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/t_8-9-process1small.jpg\" border=1><\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/s_8-9.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/s_8-9-sketches1small.jpg\" border=1><\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/c_8-9.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/c_8-9-final1small.jpg\" border=1><\/a><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;There, right on the lowest rung, stood Suhaila&#8217;s grandmother, her silver-bangled arms outstretched and tinkling. &#8216;Do you want an adventure, my dimpled child?&#8217; Suhaila nodded twice, the second time more certainly. Then she tossed herself out of bed like a tumbleweed and ran to the window. Together, step-by-step,<br \/>they climbed that ladder in the path carved by the moon&#8217;s glow.&#8221;<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/t_20-21.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/t_20-21-process2small.jpg\" border=1><\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/s_20-21.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/s_20-21-sketches2small.jpg\" border=1><\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/c_20-21finaluse.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/c_20-21-final2small.jpg\" border=1><\/a><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;Sure enough, Suhaila watched the sisters weave a shimmering spiral and begin to climb. Grandma Annie embraced the young women at the landing.<br \/>Together they scrubbed themselves clean in falls of mist and<br \/>drank sweet moondew from silver teacups.&#8221;<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/t_26-27.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/t_26-27-process3small.jpg\" border=1><\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/s_26-27.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/s_26-27-sketches3small.jpg\" border=1><\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/c_26-27finaluse.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/c_26-27-final3small.jpg\" border=1><\/a><br \/>\n<center><em>&#8220;The moon crew was getting large now. Everyone sat and traded stories&#8212;stories about courage in canyons and discoveries in the desert. Stories about people who had lost their languages and stories about the poor and powerless. &#8216;All these people who need us are people just like you and me, do you see?&#8217; asked Annie after the last tale was told. Suhaila washed her eyes and did see and, through seeing,<br \/>knew more than she had known before.&#8221;<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n<p><center><font size=4><strong>* * * * * * *<\/strong><\/font><\/center> <\/p>\n<p>LADDER TO THE MOON. Text copyright \u00a9 2011 by Maya Soetoro-Ng. Illustrations copyright \u00a9 2011 by Yuyi Morales. All images from Ms. Morales and reproduced by permission of the publisher, Candlewick Press, Somerville, MA.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Just in case on Monday (with the visit from author\/illustrator Philip C. Stead) we illustration fans&#8212;and I use &#8220;we&#8221; here to mean myself and 7-Imp&#8217;s wonderful readers&#8212;didn&#8217;t get enough of that fascinating process stuff, the peek into the making of our favorite picture books, I&#8217;ve got a bit more today with illustrator Yuyi Morales, who [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2116","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-picture-books"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2116","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2116"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2116\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2116"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2116"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2116"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}