Friday 26 January 2018

Drawing While Terrified

By Nick Cross

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In last year’s blog post Coming Out, I revealed the fact that I wanted to upgrade myself from writer to writer/illustrator. Amazingly (to me anyway), it’s been six months since I posted that, so I thought I’d give you an update on my progress.

The title of this post describes my state of mind through much of the last half year when it came time to pick up a pencil or paintbrush. But I’m pleased to report that the terror has mostly subsided. When I sat down last weekend to create the hand-drawn parts of the image that headlines this post, I even managed to enjoy the process.

This enjoyment is either despite or because of the trial-by-fire that was the Beginners’ Drawing and Painting evening course I joined in September last year, which sped through various disciplines so fast that I almost got whiplash.

We began with gouache painting, which wasn’t an ideal starting point for a complete novice like me. In fact, everyone who I’ve mentioned this to has said “Why didn’t you start with basic drawing skills?” And truthfully, I have no idea - that was just the way the art teacher liked to do it.

To be fair, we did begin with a drawing, a big sketchy sketch on A2 paper to get the composition right. Knowing my control freak ways, I tried to be all loose and expressive with this and it actually didn’t look too bad. Then we started painting over the top, which is where I started to come unstuck. I’d never realised how HARD it is to mix paint. It feels like constantly chasing an impossible goal, adding first one colour, then another, then yet another. And then, once you’ve finally attained a rough approximation of the colour you want, it runs out halfway through the painting and you can’t remember how to mix it again!

The teacher had advised us that we could buy an expensive set of gouache paints costing £25, or go for something cheaper. I bought a Daler-Rowney set for a tenner, and sadly, it was rubbish. The paints came out of the tube all blobby (making them even harder to mix) and the coverage of my paint on the paper was a lot poorer than the other students. This was my first lesson in the quality of art materials - although two tubes of paint may look exactly the same, there’s a genuine reason why one costs twice as much as the other.

I also got tripped up by the quality of my initial sketch. Although it was impressively loose, there wasn’t enough detail in places to do justice to the subject. This is another big lesson for me - I’m not great at freestyling yet, so my finished picture is only ever going to be as good as my underlying pencil drawing.

OK, enough caveats - here is my finished gouache painting:

That strange brown thing behind the vase is a basket, BTW...

Next up was a tonal pencil drawing, and the one part of the course I really enjoyed. I had looked for an art course that was for drawing only, but had struggled to find one in my local area that wasn’t at 2pm on a weekday afternoon (for retired people, I assume). Although I found pencil drawing a real technical challenge, at least there was no colour mixing involved! Cross-hatching and shading were two concepts I was very aware of, and very aware that I didn’t know how to do them. There was a magical moment in the second week when everything just clicked and I could suddenly see (and reproduce) tonal range.

The drawing was another A2 composition, which meant a lot of paper to cover and a lot of graphite to accidentally drag the heel of your hand through. I’m very detail-oriented, so working at A3 is probably a better size for me. The teacher insisted on putting another blimmin basket in the still life, though I managed to render it rather better than last time. Overall, I’m very pleased with the finished result:

This used a range of pencil grades from HB to 4B. Another lesson I learnt (albeit one I should remember from primary school) was that pencils can be difficult to make really sharp without breaking the lead. If you’re not careful, you can quickly end up with just a stub! To avoid this problem, I’ve started using a mechanical pencil with 2B leads for most of my sketching.

The final task of the term was executed in an unusual hybrid of white gouache plus pen and ink. When asked what the style was called, the teacher replied “Oh, I don’t know. I just made it up.” This was typical of her somewhat “artistic” approach to the class. Rather than show us how to do a particular technique, she liked to throw us in at the deep end and see what we produced. As a total novice, I would have preferred more structured guidance, and found that I was constantly behind everyone else, struggling to catch up. I also found the two and a half hour session much too long to maintain such an intense level of concentration. When I’m working at home, the length of an album (around 45 minutes) is about the right amount of time to spend before I take a break.

We were using a dip pen and various coloured inks, which caused technical problems because of the variable quality of the nibs and the viscosity of some inks. Although it’s an expressive medium that allows variation in line width, working in pen and ink did make me yearn for some nice black fineliners. The subject was yet another still life - by this point, I was a bit bloody fed up of these!

The finished result remains, um, unfinished, because we ran out of time. And I’ve not yet felt motivated to buy inks and a dip pen to finish it:

Overall, my experience on the first term of the course was mixed. Although I made a lot of progress, it was not a pleasurable experience - I felt anxious and out of my depth most of the time. Just the fact that I didn’t bolt from the room screaming was an achievement. I learnt that I need space and time to do my best work, drawing little and often rather than trying to get everything done in a hurry.

This A3 drawing of a Star Wars X-wing is something that wouldn’t have been out of place on twelve-year-old me’s bedroom wall, if I’d been able to actually draw at that age. It’s also the first independent project I completed after the course ended. I think it's safe to say that I'm no longer a stranger to cross hatching!

No dip pens here, just an excuse to use the pack of various width fineliners that called to me from the shelf at WH Smith. Indeed, I’ve had the opportunity to amass a lot of art materials over the past half year. My previous marker pen obsession has grown to epic proportions, as this photo demonstrates:

As a writer, I have never been into exciting stationery, preferring a plain A6 notebook and a Bic biro. Clearly, the illustrator side of my personality is very different!

Finally, a quick progress check. At last year’s SCBWI Picture Book Retreat, we were given a postcard and asked to list our three goals for the forthcoming year. Here are mine:

1) Getting there. Thanks to this goal, I’ve set a target of the end of June to complete the manuscript.

2) Big tick. Some weeks recently, I have been drawing every day!

3) Eurgh - wish I hadn’t set this one. I look on Instagram and I think - “Why am I bothering when everyone is so much better than me?” and “Do they really have to use that many hashtags?” Expect me to join Instagram very quietly the day before this year’s Picture Book retreat.

So what’s next? Well, despite my nerves, I went to the SCBWI illustrators’ meet-up in London this week and had a good time (thanks to Louise Gilbert for organising that). As you’ve probably gathered, I haven’t returned for the second term of the evening class. Instead, I’ve signed up for an even bigger challenge: a course in picture book illustration with superstar illustrator Korky Paul! But more on that in a future post...


Nick Cross is a children's writer/illustrator and Undiscovered Voices winner. He received a SCBWI Magazine Merit Award, for his short story The Last Typewriter.
Nick is also the Blog Network Editor for SCBWI Words & Pictures magazine. His Blog Break column appears fortnightly on W&P.

Friday 12 January 2018

Making it off the Tsundoku - my random reads of 2017 by Addy Farmer

Bear with me because this post began with a trip to IKEA; it's the new one in Sheffield in case you're interested and it's great. It's got all that Swedish stuff with brilliant unpronounceable names that you know will be Very Useful, like, KVISTBRO - a lovely storage table and HÄFTIGT - a fridge freezer actually. My personal favourite is SMÖRBOLL which is a delicious looking duvet cover. Then as we sipped our GLOGGE and got into the spirit of all things Nordic, I settled back and thought of the Danish word for cosy comfort, Hygge.

What a wonderful word. It's one of the many extraordinary words from LOST IN TRANSLATION . From Hygge to another word but this time it's Japanese - Tsundoko

Ring any bells? I wonder why there isn't an English word for it: reading pile is so ... boring.

For the start of the year, I thought I'd share some of the reads from 2017 by looking back over my Amazon account (yep - I love Prime) and see which ones (mostly) made if off my Tsundoku.

Don't panic - it's mostly pictures.


Well, it looks like my first purchase of 2017 was a Fitbit. This was promptly appropriated by my youngest son. Anyway that was not a book.

THE NATURAL NAVIGATOR by Tristan Gooley. This gorgeous and instructive book combined my love of Being Outside with my interest in folkore - it did not fail to please.



I think I panicked that I was missing out hugely by not reading any Pratchett. I picked it up, read a bit, put it down again. Probably partly because I failed to order Discworld novel 1, this book remains part of my Tsundoko.


Well, it's not often I get to read TWO brilliant spooky in one month. So here they are - Michele Paver's THIN AIR

and the always excellent, Jonathan Stroud with his latest Lockwood and Co adventure, THE EMPTY GRAVE (I love these books).


HERE BE DRAGONS by Sarah Mussi. This book breathes FIRE. Wales, mountains, ancient stories and crackling dialogue. I'm waiting impatiently for Book 3, Sarah. Write faster, thankyou.


101 Ways to Amaze & Entertain: Amazing Magic & Hilarious Jokes to Try on Your Friends & Family
Oh yes, in order to go deep into my latest WIP, I was gonna learn magic tricks! Turns out I'm really bad at them but it's not the fault of this instructive book


BABY ALIENS GOT MY TEACHER! by Pamela Butchart. Oh, how I love my research! Such a fun series of books from Butchart!


LETTERS FROM THE LIGHTHOUSE by Emma Carroll. Always a thoughtful delight, Emma Carroll has outdone herself with this historical mystery.


YOU CAN'T MAKE ME GO TO WITCH SCHOOL! by Em Lynas. Like witches? Like funny stuff and magic? Me too. Then you'll LOVE this one.


A GIRL CALLED OWL by Amy Wilson. A striking story; it's got that deep call of the ancient woodland which stirs my soul. Oh yes. 


by Pam Smy. Such an unusual ghost story told in pictures and diary text. And the ending ... shiver.


THIS IS A POEM THAT HEALS FISH by Jean-Pierre Simeon. Beautiful book about love; simple and elegant. It should be on every school book shelf.


100 HUGS by Chris Riddell. What can I say? I bought this book 5 times for Christmas presents. I feel warm just looking at the cover.

I hope you enjoyed my look back at some of reads from 2017. So many books and so little time but so much treasure to come.

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