Progress Report

Still working on the Children's book and nothing else when it comes to art. Tried to redesign the Robot but can't come up with anything I like as well as the first design in the original drawings.

HDH 4

My last post of June 2008. My crude sketches of the 17 illustrations for my children's book.
Too violent and a weak story are problems to overcome in future versions of this story.
I think I was wrong to have Grandpa knocked out by the robot. Having Grandpa hang by one arm and his tie/cape was also a mistake. The robot will have a motivation in the next version as 'his' programing will be to protect the wild flowers and he wanders out of the park that boarders Grandpa's farm. The Pear Tree will play a larger role in the next version of this tale.

HDH 3

Once I get everything blocked in I'm going to over paint with oils. I'm going to paint all 17 final paintings in oils. Planning to spend the rest of the day doing the pencils on 13 more double pages.

HDH 2

I plan to post all the concept art and none of the text. The title is a working title and not what the story will be called in its finished form.

Hyper Diapered Heroes

I went and saw my Granddaughter last night. I even stayed the night sleeping on the couch watching a digital picture frame play a slide show of my extended family. My depression started to come back as I looked at pictures of my Grandson Denver. I've only seen him three times and I feel I'm missing everything. My heart sank as the pictures changed from Denver to a series of flowers. I fell into a deep sleep and began to dream about Cordelia that same night being feed ice cream as she sat in the middle of the table outside on a perfect summer evening. She took turns taking small spoon fulls of ice cream from her mother, father and I.

Then the dream became far removed from reality. Denver, Cordelia and I were alone on rolling storybook hills. My grandchildren were the same age as they are now but both were walking through wild flowers. They both spoke a secret baby language to each other that no one but the two of them knew. Over the hill came a giant robot and the three of us turned into super heroes.

I woke up and began to sketch out the dream.

Children's Book

Here is a thumbnail sketch of the first two pages of a children's book inspired by Project InSECT.