Archive for January, 2011
The previous “Cuckoo’s Nest” post focused on a decision McMurphy makes. This post shows what happens when McMurphy takes over and Nurse Ratched steps back.
[...] After McMurphy was drawn out of what you might call a short retirement and had announced he was back in the hassle by breaking out her (Nurse Ratched) personal window, he made things on the ward pretty interesting. He took part in every meeting, every discussion-drawling, winking, joking his best to wheedle a skinny laugh out of some Acute who’d been scared to grin since he was twelve.
McMurphy continues to “accidentally” smash newly replaced nurse’s station windows. He starts a basketball team and while playing against the ward’s orderlies, he elbows one of them right in the face. He even begins talk about a fishing trip.
Inspired by the other P.B.Reporters, I wanted to try hand painting this one. It’s different to how I usually go about things and I’m still getting use to it. Also, I realized with all the characters in the book I should make a character map. I should have done this in the beginning but better later then never I guess. Thanks for reading!
Posted by: PMurphy
Book: One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest (purchase on Amazon)
Slowly the strange music came closer, and then the first shapes emerged from the fog. They seemed to be dancing, but it was a dance without charm or gaiety. The dancers jumped grotesquely, rolled on the ground, crawled on all fours, leapt into the air, and carried on like crazy people. But all Atreyu could hear was the slow, muffled drumbeats, the shrill fifes, and a whimpering and panting from many throats. More and more figures appeared, the procession seemed endless. Atreyu looked at the dancers’ faces; they were ashen gray and bathed in sweat, and the eyes had a wild feverish glow. Some of the dancers lashed themselves with whips.
they’re mad, Atreyu thought, and a cold shiver ran down his spine.
When last we saw him Atreyu was on Falcor’s back searching for the edge of Fantastica, but a terrible storm has separated them. And what’s worse he has lost AURYN, the amulet of the Childlike Empress. Washed up on a strange shore he finds himself on an island populated by the dark creatures of Fantastica: witches, ghosts, vampires, kobolds and night hobs.
But they’ve all gone mad, the procession Atreyu witnesses ends with them all giving themselves over to oblivion by walking into the Nothing.
Whew! It’s been a while since I posted, but I’ve been rather busy, moving to America, getting married, finishing projects, getting violently ill, moving again. It all rather took up a bit of time. But after all that it would seem I have a lot more time for fun things like Picturebookreport.com (Well, most of the things I listed above were fun too of course).
Posted by: Lizzy Stewart
Book: Norwegian Wood
I’ve admitted defeat on the Ella Minnow Pea thing. Four posts in one year suggests that maybe it turned out to be a less than visually inspiring choice (although it remains a sweet and lovely book that i heartily recommend). So I’m starting the New Year with a new book choice and one that I will endeavor to do justice!
I’ve chosen Haruki Murukami’s modern classic ‘Norwegian Wood’ primarily for it’s cold, still beauty and strange detatched-ness which I think might lend itself well to the kind of things I like to draw. The story follows Toru Watanabe as he finds his first love with the quiet, sad Naoko and they struggle to maintain happiness with the ghosts of the past lurking constantly behind them. It’s simutaneously sweet and sad and, for a book, its got a pretty super soundtrack!
I’m really looking forward to tackling this one so fingers crossed this time around I’ll keep up momentum!
(p.s you can see Naoko without the text on my tumblr)
Posted by: John Martz
Book: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (purchase on Amazon)
This was to be the illustration that finally introduced Mr. Willy Wonka. But a few hours at the drawing table left me unhappy with every likeness I came up with. It has proven to be a difficult task to stay true to the text, and create something original, without also being influenced by Quentin Blake’s illustrations and both Gene Wilder and Johnny Depp. So instead, I decided to draw all the kids again as a warm-up exercise. It’s a bit of a departure, stylistically, from the existing entries. Consider it an appetizer for the next illustration which will indeed introduce Willy Wonka, and perhaps several of his tiny Oompa Loompas.
Posted by: Emily Carroll
Book: Brave New World (purchase on Amazon)
A blubbered and distorted face confronted her; the creature was crying.
“Oh, my dear, my dear.” The torrent of words flowed sobbingly. “If you knew how glad – after all these years! A civilized face. Yes, and civilized clothes. Because I thought I should never see a piece of real acetate silk again.” She fingered the sleeve of Lenina’s shirt. The nails were black.
Sort of a bookmark going on this time, I think. From Chapter 7: Linda, a Beta abandoned decades ago in the New Mexican “savage reservation”, is overcome with emotion when she sees Lenina (who is decidedly less thrilled about the encounter).
Hi everyone and a belated happy new year! We’re starting 2011 out right with more lovely illustrations for Picture Book Report– I do hope you’ll enjoy and continue to read along!
Posted by: Meg Hunt
Book: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (purchase on Amazon)
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…when she was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off.
The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good- natured, she thought: still it had VERY long claws and a great many teeth, so she felt that it ought to be treated with respect.
`Cheshire Puss,’ she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. `Come, it’s pleased so far,’ thought Alice, and she went on. `Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?’
`That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,’ said the Cat.
`I don’t much care where–’ said Alice.
`Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,’ said the Cat.
The Cheshire Cat is one of the more distinct characters of the book, but I chose to take a little liberty and keep him more playful looking rather than dangerous– based on its speech, he seemed more teasing than toothy lounging about in his tree…