Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts

Sunday, July 18, 2010

We like it, but we don't.

A while back I got a very exciting email from a schoolbook publisher asking me whether I would like to do some illustrations for them. I agreed to draw a couple of sketches for them to judge. I know, you're not supposed to do work for someone without getting paid, even if it's just previews. Thing is, I really really wanted this job. Illustrating schoolbooks, can you imagine? So many children would grow up with my drawings.

The publisher emailed me sample poems and texts from the future schoolbook. Unfortunately, after I sent in my first proposition, they replied with a list of changes which would require me to start over completely (at the same time, they said they liked the drawing very much. It just wasn't quite right, and could I try another style, and perhaps change the colours, and not have so many lines in it?).

With two jobs, I don't exactly have time right now to draw something over and over again when I'm not getting paid for it. But I had an idea for another poem from the batch, and since the publisher left me the choice of trying a new illustration instead of redoing the first one, I did just that.

I sent in a rough sketch (as per their directions). The reply was a laconic and worrying: "It's very nice." I sent in the finished illustration a couple of days later.

That was two weeks ago. I didn't get a reply, and I don't think I should expect one. Therefore, here are the rejected illustrations.

The mine

Summer

It's a funny thing. Many of their comments to the first illustration were about how dark it was, how the colours were sad and not bright enough.* I had a vivid flashback to an art class some twenty years ago, when the teacher looked at my painting of 'Summer' and asked "But why is everything so sad?"

I tried twice more to paint something 'happier'. Couldn't do it. Of course, that was also the same teacher who claimed real artists never made pencil sketches first, so what did he know, huh?

Either way my self-esteem isn't quite sure what to do with itself right now.


* It's supposed to be a drawing of a mysterious and legendary mine. I was purposely staying as far away as possible from rainbow glows and sparkly lanterns, which would have annoyed Seven-Year-Old-Me to no end, but I suppose that was a mistake.

198/365:Dies Caniculares

198/365:Dies Caniculares
198/365:Dies Caniculares, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.

July 17th

Unusual heat. Poland is not immune to Dog Days, but they never last this long and I don't remember them ever being so intense. Everything is sticky with sweat, and there is no respite even when the sun goes down. I don't know whether I'm falling victim to the 'good old days' memory distortion, but I can't recall a worse summer.

196/365: Seven, six, five, four, three.

196/365: Seven, six, five, four, three.

July 15th

The cemetery next to work, again. It was raining, but in that heat not even little old ladies cared enough to hide.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

185/365: Bzzz

185/365: Bzzz
185/365: Bzzz, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
July 4th

A beautiful summer day in my parents' garden, and so many creatures about if you just pay attention.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

169/365: Bees

169/365: Bees
169/365: Bees, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
June 18th

There was a hive in the tree and I guess it got broken. I normally bike right down this path, I'm glad I didn't that day. Not sure I would have managed to stop before hitting the cloud.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

163/365: The last bike trip

163/365: The last bike trip
163/365: The last bike trip, originally uploaded by Magic Madzik.
June 12th

The twins had mentioned something about leaving, but no one took them seriously until they started packing. This was their last weekend at my place, and so we decided to take One Last Bike Trip. Basia was missing as she is in the USA studying and doing research for her new film, but everyone else was there: the twins, Asia (whom I have no pictures of), ManiaKovalsky, Maciek, and me.

We got horribly lost along the way and never made it to the forest or the pond we'd expected to find, but it was wonderful at 55 km total.

Horse cart in Mileszki

Maki

Chabry

The cow barn

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