{"id":5107,"date":"2020-05-19T00:01:40","date_gmt":"2020-05-19T06:01:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=5107"},"modified":"2020-05-19T08:02:30","modified_gmt":"2020-05-19T14:02:30","slug":"g-brian-karas-on-the-village-blacksmith","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=5107","title":{"rendered":"G. Brian Karas on The Village Blacksmith<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"

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“They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar.
And catch the burning sparks that fly
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\nIllustrator G. Brian Karas<\/a><\/strong> visits today to talk a bit about his newest picture book, an adaptation of a poem originally written in 1840 by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The Village Blacksmith<\/a> <\/strong><\/em> (Candlewick, April 2020) tells the story of a strong but humble village smithy, “his brow … wet with honest sweat.” He works, building a fence for a neighbor; worships at church; rests; and works again, “[w]eek out, week in, from morn till night.” Karas brings his world to vivid life with his soft mixed media illustrations, and he beautifully depicts the light and shadows of the smithy’s work (particularly its glowing embers and shining sparks), while we follow him through his days at the “flaming forge” and beyond, “[t]oiling \u2014 rejoicing \u2014 sorrowing \u2014 \/ Onward through life he goes.” <\/p>\n

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The book’s backmatter includes tools of a blacksmith’s trade and a brief history of blacksmiths, and Longfellow’s poem in its entirety is printed in the back as well. <\/p>\n

Brian is here to share some of the personal backstory behind this warm and intimate book, which he places in a contemporary setting, as well as share some images and some final art. I thank him for sharing. <\/p>\n

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Brian<\/font><\/strong>: Illustrating Longfellow\u2019s poem, written 180 years ago, was surprisingly relevant to me. That allowed me to bring much of my personal life to the story.<\/p>\n

At the time I started working on this book, I had recently purchased a 150-year old home in a small village \u2014 technically, a hamlet, an administrative division in New York State. Hamlets are smaller than villages.
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\nBack in the day, Smokey Hollow, as it was then known, was a self-sufficient community that I modeled the village in the book after. The red building across the street from me was owned by the man who built my house and was the “trading post” for the local tradespeople in the hamlet.
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\nThough there is no spreading chestnut tree overhead [as in the poem], my house was built with hand hewn chestnut beams. Who knows, maybe the builder chopped down his own spreading chestnut tree!
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\nWhat made this book most meaningful to me, though, is that my son is an artist, and his medium of choice is metal. Blacksmithing is one of the skills he uses to create his work. He was always fascinated with blacksmithing and built his own forge at a young age.
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\nThis is his workshop and smithy today \u2014 not red, as in the book (but possibly red when it was built to match the trading post?).
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A final spread from the book: “Under a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands …”<\/em>
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\nBlacksmiths keep their smithies dark so that they can tell by the color of the heated metal when it\u2019s hot enough to shape.<\/p>\n

Here is an example of my son’s work:
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\nMy iron gate (still waiting to be repaired — LOL):
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\nHere is a bit more from the book:
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THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. “The Village Blacksmith” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow from The Knickerbocker or New York Monthly Magazine vol. XVI. New York; 1840. Illustrations copyright \u00a9 2020 by G. Brian Karas and reproduced by permission of the publisher, Candlewick Press, Somerville, MA. All other images here reproduced by permission of G. Brian Karas.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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