caralockhartsmith

stories and illustration

Musical Bears, Page 3

Though this is really Page 1 of the story (words not yet added). I kept starting off with these wandering minstrels going down a road, but did not find the road inspiring, , it was kind of dingy, with bushes behind the bears which formed a barrier did not like, and lanky plants in the front to cover up the grey of the road – so I changed the tune and set them free to walk playing across grassland, untrammelled.

All the preliminary work on Musical Bears has been done now. I have decided to print out full size a couple of the more or less finished illustrations, and then make a little book, just under A5, of the others, and then send them out into the world to see how they fare. First I must take out all the lettering in speech bubbles (in case of foreign sales, which publishers like for picture books) and do some overlays on tracing paper.

So what shall I do next? All the things I have been putting off, like painting the outside of the studio with a beautiful Farrow and Ball deep scabious blue. Wonder of wonders, outside paint that is silk not gloss. Oh the horrors of that ancient sticky drippy smelly gloss paint. This blue paint is genius. But still, I have been putting off the task….

May 30, 2021 Posted by | Art, Illustration, Painting, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Liddesdale

This is from a few years ago, which is not my usual practice. Lockdown has made me look into imagery, emails, letters – I am sorting out correspondence, turning up such a trove from the past. I know that many people throw things away, but I am not one of them. In a big chest, recently recovered from storage, layers of documents lie, and reading them ressurects something of what has vanished, including letters that my mother left behind when she moved down south; they are all higgledy-piggeldy at the moment, but trawling them throws scintillas into the darkness. There are letters from before my son was born. Maybe it is not healthy to dwell on the past, but then we are none of us that healthy at the moment. This photograph is from the place where my soul still lives, Liddesdale. The River Liddel (Liddle) is one of the Scottish/English rivers, though it is the Liddel Burn that marks the Border a few minutes walk from the old house where I used to live. Now I live in Coldstream, on the Scottish side, still a few minutes walk from the Border Bridge that crosses River Tweed. What will happen if we secede from England? Strange days indeed.

August 24, 2020 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Liddesdale

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August 29, 2017 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Liddesdale 2

Liddesdale Landscape 2

August 7, 2017 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | 4 Comments

Liddesdale, July

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July 15, 2017 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | Leave a comment

The Little Hill in April

the little hill in april

April 29, 2017 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , | 3 Comments

Shadows on the Path

shadows on the path

April 25, 2017 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | 1 Comment

Nostalgia for Liddesdale 1

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September 3, 2016 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Gulls in August by River Tweed

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August 16, 2016 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Liddesdale

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July 23, 2016 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , | Leave a comment

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