I like watercolor better than the shiny ink from yesterday. Still leaning toward subdued hues. (Can you see I’m heavily influenced by Arnold Lobel’s work?)
Kevin
Kevin the Complainer
Kevin is Coming Back
I’m playing with color. This is Dr. Ph. Martin’s ink. It’s very shiny and I’m not sure I like it.
Kevin the Complainer – The Cover
I’ve been working on this intermittently for a week. Trying to learn Adobe Photoshop just to get the cover done. I didn’t have to use Photoshop for “Esther” although I do recall having a challenging time with the cover page. I’m learning the benefits and downfalls of linking layers vs. grouping themin Photoshop. This is much more than I ever thought I needed to know when self-publishing, but it’s interesting and pretty fun.
Just ordered a proof. After I’ve received it and checked it over, it’s publishing time!
Kevin the Complainer
Kevin muttered, “I knew this was going to be a bad day.”
Kevin the Complainer
“Kevin felt something in his chameleon gut. It felt all wrong.”
Assembling “Kevin the Complainer”
Putting illustrations in order…
Page 17 Do Over
I can’t draw all the figures in one scene. So my plan is to have them spread out on a page piecemeal.
Page 11*
At lunch, Lily was sitting by herself. Kevin looked over at Minji and Carlos. They were talking and laughing and ignoring him.
So Kevin sat next to Lily.
“Hello,” Lily said.
“Hello,” Kevin answered.
They chewed in silence.
*From my next book, Kevin the Complainer
Another Page
“Harvey woke up and complained to his mom that he felt a headache coming on.
His breakfast was overdone.
He couldn’t find his favorite gloves.
He heard something outside: Thunder rolled and cracked.
Oh no! There’s a storm! Now we won’t be able to play Kick and Cover! He muttered to himself.
He did not like the way his day was starting.”
From Kevin the Complainer
Person, Place or Thing?
I showed my husband this illustration for my next book, Kevin the Complainer. This is Ms. Meretta, Kevin’s teacher. (My favorite teacher of all time was Ms. Meretta and she’s becoming a mainstay in all my books!)
Husband – sans glasses – squints. Awkward wait time follows.
At last he says, “Oh! I thought that was a chestnut!”
Kismet 