Happy March!
I am turning cartwheels with enthusiasm about starting off with my latest
book project. Every month, I tell about what is going on in my life as an
illustrator, I call it my hedge-a-gram, and this month is unique because I'm
underway with THE TURNIP.
My contact with my publisher is for a children's book every year, this
yearly work cycle is really ingrained in my mind, since this is my 36th book.
What I really would like to express is how powerful and confirming a creative
project can be. There always hurdles, and it is easy to be impatient, but the
rewards are like nothing else. Please give it a try. I've always struggled
with the irony that my most satisfying way to tell a story is with drawings not
with words. For me words tap into another world where a story carries you, and
I wish I was an inspired writer. I've always been incredulous when after
reading a work of fiction, I feel I've been in some of the places described, and
that the characters are alive somewhere. I don't feel the magic when I am
writing as much as when I'm drawing, I wish I could.
It doesn?t matter how you are creative, but that you use your imagination
in some medium. It may be that with all the knowledge children are learning in
school in order to do well in tests, it will be up to the parents and friends to
encourage kids to write fiction and draw and paint. My sister, who was taught
for as long as I've written books, says in 2014 children are still bursting with
creative ideas. I don't doubt her. Sometimes a big success for a child, say
actually writing a small book or creating a poster can resonate later and lead
to more and more creative projects. I remember in high school I illustrated
GREY?S ELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCH YARD for a favorite English teacher. I hope
there will be time for this in the classroom, but if not it?s good to carve out
some time at home.
I was once given a beautiful, simple carved wooden toy from Russia of three
people and a bear pulling a turnip out of the ground. I thought it was charming
and I remembered the story it went with, THE TURNIP. The premise, of finding a
giant vegetable really tickles my fancy. I have an acquaintance who grows giant
pumpkins, over 900 pounds, and I've been to the pumpkin patch. "It could
happen", I said to myself.
When I traveled to St. Petersburg, Russia, 2 years ago to do the research
for CINDERS, I had in my mind that I would like to retell and illustrate THE
TURNIP in a few years. Although we passed through farmland on the way to
Novgorod, I didn't see any small farms like we have in New England. Instead I
relied on the Russian Museum of Ethnography and their vast collection of books
about life in the olden days. The clothing and buildings in the old villages
were very artistic and colorful. The printed cloth fabrics of the garments were
lovely and each one, with its trim and embroidery seemed a work of art. I knew
I would be very happy to paint the combinations of color and design, especially
when a turnip would be the central image, purple and yellow.
My Russian family in the book are European Badgers. They are rolley,
comical, strikingly colored animals that cry out for a story behind their
mischievous expressions. From what I've heard and seen on the Internet, they
are naturally playful and social. The other main character is the Russian
bear. In my story she's a mom with her hands full getting her cubs into their
den to go to sleep for the winter. Unbeknownst to the badger and friends who
are trying to pull the turnip up, beneath them underground, the turnip has grown
into the space that would be the bear's bedroom. When mother bear gets fed up,
and gives the turnip the one two... The animals topside are in for a big
surprise.
I've taken quite a few folk tales and given them a new twist in past
books. My husband, Joe, who is a classical musician, often plays works that are
theme and variations, or reworking of an older piece of music by a master. My
favorite is Brahm?s Variations on a theme by Haydn. I think I feel happy using
this device in my picture books because my grandfather, William Thaxter was a
great storyteller. Every time he told a story he embellished it in a slightly
different way. We children loved listening, and even if we knew the end from
before, we reveled in the telling. For me, that's something to aspire to.
Happy storytelling in your own special way, your friend,
Jan Brett