{"id":4664,"date":"2018-06-29T00:01:53","date_gmt":"2018-06-29T06:01:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=4664"},"modified":"2018-06-29T14:09:59","modified_gmt":"2018-06-29T20:09:59","slug":"what-im-doing-at-kirkus-this-weekplus-what-i-did-last-weekfeaturing-david-covell-and-brian-floca","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=4664","title":{"rendered":"What I\u2019m Doing at Kirkus<\/em> This Week,
Plus What I Did Last Week,
Featuring David Covell and Brian Floca"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nOver at Kirkus<\/em> today, I’ve got a picture book I find to be a bit of a balm for one’s soul right about now. <\/p>\n

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Last week, I wrote here<\/a><\/strong> about Maria Gianferrari’s<\/a><\/strong> Hawk Rising<\/em> (Roaring Brook, June 2018), illustrated by Caldecott Medalist Brian Floca<\/a><\/strong>, as well as David Covell’s<\/a><\/strong> Run Wild<\/em> (Viking, June 2018). Today here at 7-Imp, I’ve got some art from the books, and both Brian and David visit to share some thoughts on their respective books, as well as preliminary images (early sketches, etc.) I thank both of them for sharing. <\/p>\n

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\nBrian<\/font><\/strong>: As the sketches [above and below]<\/em> might suggest, the bird-watching young person was a boy, originally \u2014 but only briefly and only when the book was still in its most protean form (and probably only because I was once a boy, too). Very early on, the character shifted to a girl. She was a lone watcher, with no sibling. I liked the idea of her noticing the hawk on her own (and especially without Mom and Dad lurking behind her with a copy of Sibley\u2019s<\/em>). There\u2019s something solitary about a hawk, and I liked the idea of there being something solitary and private in watching one, too.<\/p>\n

(It\u2019s funny you mention her having easy access to binoculars; I did at one point make a sketch of her stealthily plucking a pair off the shelves. I think we decided to rush her out of the house, though, and not worry about the where and the how of the binoculars!)<\/p>\n

It was wrestling with how the girl would react to the hawk catching a squirrel that brought a sister into the book. That moment was, in fact, one of the reasons I wanted to illustrate the book; I was impressed with Maria’s honest presentation of an animal acting as an animal \u2014 not as a character, or as a vehicle for a human lesson, but as an animal. I knew I wanted to depict the moment as directly in imagery as Maria had in words (\u201cnot for the faint of heart,\u201d says Booklist<\/em>!) \u2014 but how the girl would react was harder for me to resolve. I was helped along finally by a Mary Oliver<\/a><\/strong> poem, \u201cThe Osprey,\u201d in which Oliver observes with admiration and fascination as an osprey snares a fish from a lake, and then later struggles as she tries to incorporate the sensations of the prey as well as the predator into her impression of the event. It\u2019s an injustice to the poem to quote just the conclusion \u2014 but here\u2019s just the conclusion!:<\/p>\n

later,
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I mean, I was swimming for my life \u2013
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\nin my shirt of feathers \u2013
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to become one thing
\nexcept this: the imaginer.
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without pause or mercy it flung me
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The poem helped me realize I both wanted to and could acknowledge more than one reaction to the moment of the hawk’s success and the squirrel’s death in Hawk Rising<\/em>, and in that discovery our protagonist gained a sibling \u2014 one watcher for each side of the knife. Again, the book nearly had a boy. The sibling was a brother, briefly \u2014 if you\u2019ve got a girl, add a boy<\/em> was my lazy first thought \u2014 but the more similar the siblings, the more potentially interesting the idea of the different reactions, I thought, and so two sisters.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m grateful to Maria Gianferrari for the manuscript and for the chance to work with Emily Feinberg and Anne Diebel and the team at Roaring Brook!
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\nDavid<\/font><\/strong>: Run Wild<\/em> began after a seven-year sprint as the design lead of a branding agency in downtown New York City. I was burned-out. I longed for freedom and for being outside, out of the city and away from anything digital. I\u2019m pretty darned good at and love digital design, but it was time to unplug. <\/p>\n

My two previous books (the Rat and Roach<\/em> books) were rendered with digital tools, mixed with city textures to disguise the computer. With the idea of getting off devices, Run Wild<\/em> had to feel natural, earthy, imperfect, and real.<\/p>\n

I wanted Run Wild<\/em> to feel like it had just been drawn, like it spontaneously appeared on the page, and without the worry of it being \u201cfinished\u201d \u2013 like a sketchbook. <\/p>\n

When I was a kid, watercolor was my go-to medium. It was cheap and ready-to-travel. But it had been a while since I cracked open a palette. I had to re-learn. I studied the brilliant looseness of Chen Wen Hsi<\/a><\/strong> and, believe it or not, the early drawings of Warhol<\/a><\/strong> and Picasso<\/a><\/strong>. Remember his poster of two hands holding flowers<\/a><\/strong>? Yes, that! <\/p>\n

Denise Cronin \u2014 my sharp, creative \u201ceye\u201d at Penguin \u2014 asked, upon seeing an early round, \u201cAre these finished?\u201d And then emphatically, “Yes! I think they are!” (Okay, we did<\/em> do some refinements, but I won\u2019t tell you what they were.)<\/p>\n

I grew up in Maine and wanted to capture the free-flowing energy of my childhood in hopes that kids can feel that same sweet joy. In truth, it\u2019s for anyone any age who needs to escape, like, RIGHT NOW!
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HAWK RISING. Text copyright \u00a9 2018 by Maria Gianferrari. Illustrations copyright \u00a9 2018 by Brian Floca and reproduced by permission of the publisher, Roaring Brook Press, New York. Preliminary images reproduced by permission of Brian Floca.<\/p>\n

RUN WILD. Copyright \u00a9 2018 by David Covell. Illustrations reproduced by permission of the publisher, Viking\/Penguin Young Readers, New York. Preliminary images reproduced by permission of David Covell.<\/em> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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