In my Cape Town Studio

At the moment I'm working on lots of stuff I can't share (*wink*). Hopefully I'll be able to share it in the near future. For the meantime, I thought I'd show you my studio table, and my little clothespin friend.

I need to find excuses to get out of the house, so I've started taking ballet classes. I took ballet as a child (as many little girls do), and then dropped it when I realized you had to perform on stage. I'm am not naturally comfortable in front of an audience. But, now that there's no pressure to perform, it's fun to reignite my love for dance and music.

To honour this newfound hobby, I made myself a clothespin dancer. She now keeps me company as I work on sketches and thumbnails for a new project.

And, do you want to know what's really funny? And it proves that I'm still basically a child at heart... I always snicker when the teacher says "now do that step three times derrière." Which basically means, do the step towards the back, instead of the front. But, as many of you may know, derrière is french for "backside," hence the childish snickers from the peanut gallery (i.e. me).

Adventures in... Cape Town #3

The thing about working in a studio is that sometimes you just need to get

OUT

or insanity will set in. After my month of hectic work for the curriculum publishers I urgently needed serenity and relaxation. (Can one urgently need serenity, or is that an oxymoron?).

So, we escaped the madness of the studio for a weekend in Hermanus where all you can do is walk by the seashore, spot whales, braai sausage and drink wine.

Bliss.

On Monday morning we returned from the quietude in a deluge of rain, and saw a rainbow (below) as we approached our house in Cape Town. A promise of future joy?

New Illustrations for Oxford University Press

Last week was a mad rush of deadlines, and I've only just recovered (a week later!). Two huge deadlines and one unfortunate misunderstanding (re: deadlines) made for one very stressed-out illustrator (that would be me).

Oxford University Press  [African Division] commissioned me to do black-and-white illustrations for their Grades 1 and 2 siSwati readers.

This actually seemed serendipitous... have I told you that I was born in Swaziland? And did you know that siSwati is the national language of Swaziland?

Well, now you know.

So, even though I'm still in Cape Town, I felt like I was vicariously returning to the place of my birth.

The thing about these workbook deadlines is that they are crazy impossible. Imagine churning out 55 illustrations in 3 days. Yes, that's right, 18 illustrations per day, and they have to be perfect the first time around... no time for changes or touch-ups. I felt slightly dizzy by the end of it.

And, after all that spinning and drawing and sweating, the best feeling was walking into the OUP offices in Cape Town and handing everything to the editors. Above the main reception desk there was a huge map with points for every OUP office around the world... it feels good to be a part (no matter how small) of the fostering of learning all over the world.

Adventures in... Cape Town #2

...the adventure continues. It's been rainy and foggy for the past week, and I've used that as a good excuse to hunker down in my studio to get work done for upcoming illustration deadlines.

However, yesterday turned into a peachy warm winter day, and we went for a walk in Bantry Bay. This peaceful enclave sits on the leeward side of the Lion's Head, and it is said to the be the least windy place in Cape Town. And... that's saying a lot, because Cape Town is perhaps the windiest place I've ever been (except maybe Wyoming). Bantry Bay used to be called Botany Bay, and Charles Darwin did some studies there on his trip around the world.

One of my favourite coffee shops is Haas in the Bo-kaap neighbourhood nestled on the other side of the Lion's Head. They roast their own coffee in house, and the waiters wear jaunty top-hats and wide smiles. I'm not sure what's best, the taste of the excellent coffee, or the smell of it roasting!

Mandela's Tea Party

I wonder if Mandela has tea parties? And if he did, whom would he invite? I imagine the children of South Africa would love to receive a gilt-edged invitation from the former president.

The editors at Oxford University Press requested an illustration showing Mandela at a party with several school children. It was such fun drawing Mandela in one of his characteristically wild shirts partying with a handful of kids.

I love these little flights of fancy I get to indulge in when I draw.

And... more on the Oxford commission shortly.

Adventures in... Cape Town

Since I'm discovering a whole new city, and a whole new way of life, I thought I'd share some of the adventure with you. I'm going to post photos regularly of interesting or wacky things I see whilst out and about in Cape Town.

I took this photo on the veranda of the Iziko Michaelis Collection on Greenmarket Square. I walked out into the sunshine and a flight of pigeons took to the air. Trafalgar Square has nothing on .

Greenmarket Square is in the centre of Cape Town, and is surrounded by amazing 18th century and art deco buildings. It used to be a vegetable market (hence the name green), but now it's filled with stalls featuring the arts and crafts of local creators. If you want a wooden sculpture or batik print, this is the place to go.

Or, you could go and 'feed the birds' on the steps of the Michaelis Collection.

New Illustrations for Cambridge University Press

I'm finally finished!

Cambridge University Press (African Division)

commissioned over 20 illustrations from me for their Grade 2 English textbook. It was a huge project, and learning process for me. How do you illustrate the lives of children in a completely foreign country? I spent a lot of time asking Mark seemingly irrelevant questions about South African childhood.

But, all the wondering and worrying was worth it. I packed them up and sent them off to my editor last week. And someday soon, a gaggle of young seven- to eight-year-old children will be learning from my illustrations.

Working on reference works is a huge responsibility. These images will inform the young children, and stay in their memories for years to come.

And the icing on the cake? Walking away from my editor's house on 'delivery day' and seeing a hummingbird buzzing in a purple bougainvillea above my head. The perfect end to a huge project.

Making Friends in Michaelis Iziko Museum

There's nothing better than spending an afternoon in a museum. At least not for me. I absolutely loved the afternoon I spent wandering through the Iziko Museumsof Cape Town. The big National Gallery is situated in the middle of the peaceful Companies Gardens, a corridor of green that runs through the city. It was lovely and informative....

...but... my favourite was the smaller Michaelis Collection in a restored Old Town House off Greenmarket Square. It holds Iziko's collection of Netherlandish art. There are paintings by Frans Hals, Jan Steen, Anthony van Dyck and Jacob Ruisdal. They were all lovely, but my favourite painting (above) was by someone rather unknown. So unknown in fact, that I forgot to write down his details. The minute I saw it I knew I had found a friend.

Did I know her in a previous age? Were my ancestors acquaintances of hers? We're both of Dutch extraction after all. She looked like she might have had a pithy sense of humour and a nose for fun.

Mark Rutherford's Amazing Photography

My husband and I decided that our sabbatical in Cape Town would be a time to let our creative minds wander. We both needed a break from our carefully planned and maintained London routines. Sometimes change (of pace, of location) can be exactly what the creative spirit needs.

I've spent the time working on finishing projects (hopefully I can share some of them soon), and thinking about new possibilities.

And Mark Rutherford, my lovely husband, has transformed himself from an computer-geek-banker into a computer-geek-photographer. He's always carried a camera around, and seems to see the world through a lens. When there is no camera available he often laments, "Oh! That would have been a perfect shot!"

I'm so proud to be able to share his new website with the world. The amazing picture of Canary Wharf above comes from his home page. I think it is my favourite image right now. Check it out on Pinterest and repin if you like it too!

We had an intimate launch party last night at Wakame (just the two of us), and toasted the new site with a sundown gin and tonic.

Check it out at: http://www.markrutherford.co.uk/

I hope you find it inspiring!

Wow! Tulips... Deadlines... Boing!

Absences make the heart grow fonder, at least so I hope. I've had a super busy offline month, winging across the world from Bologna to London, London to Amsterdam, and then all the way back to Cape Town. Some of it was work related, but a lot of it was play, and I enjoyed every minute.

The best part of the trip was an afternoon in the Keukenhof Garden in the Netherlands.  The tulips and other bulbs were in full glory, and the garden was a riot of fragrance and colour. It was so inspiring, and I hope I can infuse some of that wild colour into my illustrations.

We also spent a few days in Bruges, which was the most beautiful town I've ever seen. Seriously.

My travels have been a month of "wow." Wow sights punctuated by

WOW

deadlines. Nothing like taking too much on your plate at one time! You know that line from White Christmas? When Bing Crosby is asked by Danny Kaye “What’s Wow?” And Bing Crosby says, "Right between “Ouch” and “Boing-g.”

That’s about how I’m feeling right now.

Hopefully I'll soon be able to share some of the Wow (or is it Boing-g?) illustrations I've completed. Stay tuned!

And... In Bruges....

Bologna Children's Book Fair 2011

Illustrators in the illustrators cafe

Here is the promised (massive) post on the Bologna Children's Book Fair 2011. For those of you who don't know, the BCBF is the place where all publishers from around the world gather to sell publishing and translation rights for their latest kids books. That's the main function, but along with the buying, selling and trading, there are great exhibitions, seminars, and opportunities to talk to the decision-makers themselves.

As an illustrator, I attend the fair in order to see and be seen. I carry my portfolio and business cards, and make the effort to talk to the top editors/art directors of all the publishing houses I admire the most. Sometimes they are interested, and sometimes they're not. It's kind of like having job interviews all day long for four days straight. Even if one doesn't receive a contract (and few do), the art director's comments are usually insightful and inspiring.

I've gone two years in a row, and this year I was more relaxed than last year. Last year I felt compelled to speak to everyone and make a good impression. I was desperate to make contacts and show everyone my portfolio. This year I already knew a lot of the editors, so I felt more at ease.

My favourite place is the illustrator's cafe. It is a large carpeted area where illustrators can lounge in their down-time. Several times per day there are great talks and seminars for illustrators led by the best and brightest in the industry (think Brian Selznick).

Around the illustrators cafe is a large white wall, where everyone can leave their business cards. Below you see my business card on the first day...

And here is the same patch of wall on the last day...

Can you spot my diminutive card?

I met up with the London illustrator Amanda Pollard for a lovely dinner at a small restaurant near the piazza maggiore. She is just starting out in the children's book game, and was keen to learn the ropes and get her name out there. Bologna is certainly the place to do it, and I hope she was successful!

The town of Bologna loves the children's book fair, and puts on events and exhibitions to coincide with the fair. The public library had an exhibition called "ABC Africa Children's Books." It exhibited the best children's books about Africa.

Bologna is often called 'la dotta', which means 'the learned.' The university is the oldest in Europe, and one of the most respected in Italy. It seems that graduation falls on the same week as the book fair. In ancient Roman style, the graduates wear laurel leaf wreaths parade around the streets playing loud instruments.

And, of course, no post on Bologna would be complete without the obligatory picture of the fountain of Neptune. I just love the slightly risque sea nymphs/mermaids riding their dolphins.

Tomorrow I will post a few more sketches I did at the fair.

And the dust settles

We've been living in a building site for the past month and a half. It it's not one thing, it's another. First the courtyard was collapsing, then the roof was leaking, then the toilet blew up... this house has incurred a long list of wounds over the past few years.

But now, finally, things are coming right. Hopefully the biggest and most destructive work is done for the time being.

The dust is settling, and now we can clean up the detritus, pour a glass of wine, and put our feet up.

An Afternoon at University of Cape Town

Yesterday I spent the afternoon talking books and publishing with Ron Irwin at the University of Cape Town. It was a most inspiring afternoon, the perfect combination of inspiring conversation and the perfect surroundings.

The University of Cape Town is one of the most beautiful campuses I've ever set foot on (apologies to y alma mater). It sits half-way up the side of Table Mountain, overlooking the the city in the valley below. It is an intellectual aerie, bustling with students.

I had to restrain myself from running to the admissions office with an application. Wouldn't you want to study here? I sure would.

Next time I'll bring my sketchbook.

View from Rhodes Memorial

The Ivy

Views of Vredehoek

I am slowly, but surely returning to my sketchbook after a month of neglecting it for household D.I.Y. It was a necessary distraction for the leaking pipes, leaking roofs, crumbling courtyards needed immediate attention, but I'm very glad to be over the worst now, and able to concentrate on more artistic pursuits.

We live in the Vredehoek district of Cape Town. Roughly translated, Vredehoek means "peaceful corner" in Afrikaans. It is really quite peaceful, aside from the gale force winds that blow practically every day. The trees are permanently bowed like hunchbacks.

The view out our front gate is amazing: Table Mountain soars above, and there is some of the most beguiling architecture with lacy-white ironwork railings.

What is Cape Town?

 

I’ve been in Cape Town for three weeks now; three weeks of frustration punctuated by moments of inspiration.

We’ve been waiting for Telkom to connect our phone/internet for over a month, each time a technician comes to our house he finds another obscure technical fault that needs repair before we can be connected to the grid.At first I was furious, but now I just laugh.What will the technician say today, I wonder?How ridiculous will it be this time?

Life here is a bundle of contradictions, which makes me ask: What is Cape Town?Cape Town is a non sequitor.

The biggest contradiction is probably the clash between the two oceans – the warm Indian and cold Atlantic – over the various mountain ranges makes for interesting and unpredictable weather.It can be cold and cloudy on one side of Table Mountain, and warm and balmy on the other.The wind can blow with gale force speeds in one borough, and whisper gently in others, all depending on the oceans and the mountains.

But there is also a conflict of society, culture, affluence…Every opposition serves to make this place more fascinating.

How many contradictions can I think of?

Windy/calm

Hot/cold

Clean/dirty

Affluent/poor

Wise/foolish

Stylish/grungy

Expensive/cheap

Traditional/irreverent

Beguiling/infuriating

And, there are so many more.

But what I realized, as I was contemplating these differences, that Cape Town can’t be defined by its attributes… rather, the city somehow defines you by how it makes you feel.

Maybe, after all, Cape Town is just a bundle of feelings.

N.B. I haven't been able to post any recent drawings, so above is a little piece of experimental typography.

Cape Town Studio

Slowly but surely we are sorting out the house. On the weekend I set up my studio in one of the spare bedrooms. The table is a hand-me-down from who knows whom, and the chair was from M's Oma (German grandmother). The window looks over our beautiful courtyard with a huge grape arbour, and above that I can see the tip of Devil's Peak.

It is inspiring. So inspiring in fact, that I can hardly concentrate. I tried to get a large chunk of editing done this morning and I was constantly distracted by the view, the butterflies, the sounds...

And then I thought: isn't it ironic that I'm writing a story set on the Northern tip of Africa (Tunisia) and my studio is on the Southern tip of Africa (Cape Town)?

In Cape Town

I've arrived on the bottom-most tip of Africa!

It's been a busy week of moving, cleaning and re-orienting. The house is beginning to feel livable, and I'm almost finished setting up my studio (photos soon, promise...)

There's still much to be done, and we don't have internet set up yet, so my blogging may be more sporadic in the near future.

In the mean time, I wanted to share a quick, unfinished sketch of the profile of Table Mountain. It's the view from M's parent's house, where we were staying before moving in to our own place. I have no scanner, so forgive the fuzzy photograph.

And below, is the view of Table Mountain and Devil's Peak from our back patio. Stunning.