I picked up three outstandingly beautiful picture books at the Oakland Public Library’s Friends of the Library booksale for one dollar each, a terrific deal. Generally, I spend about five bucks on the old titles I pick up at my local used bookstore and somewhere between five and ten for the titles I buy off ThriftBooks on ebay but from time to time I’ll drop a bit more moolah on something special. Something like this:
The Wonderful O (1957)
Thurber is great but I really bought it for Simont, who’s art I absolutely love. Also, for the paper texture. Look.
texture…
The Wonderful O is the fifth of Thurber’s fairy tales. It’s been a while since I’ve read Many Moons (1943) and The Thirteen Clocks (1950) but I think this book has a thinner plot. It’s centered around a mysterious figure who bans all Os from the island nation of Ooroo. The citizens of R (as Ooroo comes to be known), need to fight back but the secret of their salvation is hidden in a missing word.
The islanders remember HOPE, they reclaim LOVE, they have VALOR. What do you suppose the fourth word is? The book is sixty-eight years old so I’m not worried about spoilers. Here’s the word:
Following up on my favorite animals post to let you know there’s more to the Baby Bear story. Here it is.
When I was about three years old, my mom took me to Mervyn’s. She was shopping, I started exploring and got lost. I was found by someone on staff who took me to the customer service area and asked me my name. I would only say “Baby Bear” so they had to go on the PA and say “Would Mama Bear please come to customer service, your Baby Bear is looking for you.” Apparently, everybody in the store thought this was incredibly endearing and the manager of the store thought it worth preserving as a series of newspaper ads that ran in the Napa Valley Register from February to April in 1977.
Baby Bear circa 1977
Okay, that last part is made up but everything up until the newspaper ad is true. My mom loved telling this story and would, for the rest of her life, address her cards to me with “Dear Baby Bear”.
If you asked me what my favorite animal was when I was a little kid, I would have said bear. No hesitation. I loved bears and even, up until I was three or four years old, believed I was one, calling myself “Baby Bear”. When I was a bit older, around ten years old, tigers were it. I thought they were beautiful and I loved the mythology of them being the only cat that liked water. There may have also been some decolonization of my imagination at play (bears were my favorite when I was living in California, tigers became my favorite when I moved to Jakarta).
At twelve years old, my family moved to Canada but beavers never became my favorite animal. Years later, however, moose would.
So, what’s my favorite animal now? It’s actually a little complicated. I answered this question for my students (when I was making videos for them during Covid) thus:
So, yeah, rhinos are up there. The fascination is recent, relatively speaking. I got most interested in them when I saw a The Dodo video about a baby rhino who befriended a kitten. That video made me realize that rhinos are much more like cows (in attitude) than they are the short-tempered, tank-bodied behemoths cartoons usually portray them as. They are interesting to look at and fun to draw.
You won’t be surprised, then, that I have a couple or rhino manuscripts. One of them is coming out in June of this year. How special! How specific! How singular! Right?
WRONG.
It turns out there are a LOT of rhino books coming out in 2025. Take a gander. We have Big Bike, Little Bike by Kellie DuBay Gillis and Jacob Souva.
Everything’s coming up rhinos! And I’m not sour that I’m sharing shelf space with these other books. The more rhinos, the better (a saying I would apply to Earth as well). I do find it surprising that rhinos are, apparently, 2025’s animal of choice. I remember hedgehogs being big, then octopuses, then sloths, then llamas. I don’t think I ever expected rhinos to make it there but I am thrilled that they have. It looks like my collection of books with “rhino” in their title is going to almost double in size!
Has there been too much negativity in these last posts? I feel like there’s been too much negativity in these last posts. I took a lovely walk this evening and caught a gorgeous sunset. Here’s a photo that doesn’t do it justice.
Just saw that Instagram test ran an AI and OF COURSE they chose to use a Black woman. Years ago, maybe 3 or 4, I said that the only reason companies were eager to develop AI was so that they could tell a computer to “tell me a Black story”, then reap the rewards without paying any Black artists (I’d dig up screenshots of this conversation but it’s buried somewhere in my archived Twitter DMs). A few months after writing that, Shudu, an AI fashion model “from” South Africa debuted on Instagram. Shudu (or, rather, her tech bro creators) secured a modeling gig and made it into Vogue. We should have burned it down then, but we didn’t, and now we have an AI “proud, Black, queer, truth-telling momma” launching her IG account. (update: “Mama Liv” as well as other AI accounts were taken down following “backlash“)
My annoyance with the AI debate is that it’s usually centered on AI not being as “good” as humans artists. And while that may be true, it’s not the fight we should be fighting. Do you think the guy who gave AI the prompt “Taylor Swift covered in marinara sauce” cares that her wrist is bent at a weird angle or that there are two light sources in the image? Hell no. AI is good enough for all the average person cares about “art”. The issue has always been who gets paid. Vogue can subscribe once to Shudu and never hire a model again. Instagram can run the Mama Liv AI and never do revenue sharing with influencers again (quick side note: I find it incredibly creepy that HiMamaLiv kind of reads like “Hi, I’m Alive”). Hollywood would love to replace actors and animators, and I’m sure there are publishing higher ups who wonder if ghost writing could just be handed over to ChatGPT and cover design to Canva. It’s always been about the money.
Anyway, I’m not going to harp on the ugly side of this debate. I’m going to share proof that supporting human artists feels good! Check this out…
Back in my Twitter days, I followed a lot of artists. Periodically these artists would open up for commissions and if I found myself in a place where I could support them, I would order their take on my old profile picture. If that seems narcissistic, well, A) I kinda am and B) I originally tried “one person stealing french fries from another person” but that turned out to be too open-ended for what I wanted to be a simple commission (what characters? what’s the setting? what type of fries? steak or crinkle cut?). I received a number of these but I never knew what to do with them. Most are buried (again in my archived Twitter DMs), but here are a few favorites that I had saved in weird places.
They’re all great but that last one really cracked me up.
All to say, it’s very easy to take art for granted. And, personally, I have a very hard time balancing how much I like a piece of art and how much I’m willing to pay for it. But I do know this, there’s no piece of AI art I like enough to pay one cent for. Unless, maybe, it’s me covered in marinara sauce.
It made me think about a topic that’s been nagging at my mind in recent years. Namely, I have a worry that that young people’s visual literacy is dropping at an alarming rate. Why is this a concern to me? Let’s talk about CRT TVs.
Computer monitors (which essentially looked like CRT TVs) were a big staple in my early career as an illustrator. I worked mainly in kids educational media and was often called on to draw kids sitting around computers. These computers were big and bulky and hard to draw in an appealing way. I always kind of wished there was a better looking computer. And then came the candy colored iMacs.
It’s made of bubble gum and happiness.
That was an exciting moment. I actually remember the first time I drew one of those. They were fun, friendly, and gave me the hope that maybe we were entering a new golden age of design. Maybe we’d get back to things like this:
It’s made of alien technology and hope.photo credit
As an illustrator, you want to draw interestingly shaped and proportioned things. When you do this your imagination runs wild, and connections happen in the most unexpected ways. Could a TV double as a fish bowl? Maybe the TV is full of teeny tiny actors who put on shows just for you? Maybe the TV can be mixed with other types of electronic or mechanical gadgetry? The possibilities seemed endless.
Tex Avery got it.Phil Lord and Christopher Miller did too
The educator in me thinks a lot about how illustrations help shape how kids see the world. At their best, picture books are gateways to imagined worlds and a kid who reads picture books can learn to create their own imagined worlds, and then their own real worlds. The artist in me wants to draw worlds rich in design and in meaning. I hope that these worlds inspire kids to make their own, better worlds. I might draw a bubbly computer, but maybe the next generation will draw a bubbly computer with wings, that works off solar energy and delivers educational programming to kids all over the world. Endless possiblity!
But, sadly, it was only a year or so later that the first iPhone came out and very soon all tech was designed to be a black rectangle. TVs? Black rectangle. Computers? Black rectangle. Telephones? Black rectangle. Digital books? Black rectangle. Everything is a black rectangle these days and it depresses me.
it depressed them too
One of the most magical things in the world to me when I was a kid was the toy store. San Francisco had a four story tall FAO Schwarz, San Mateo had the shorter (but wider!) Talbot’s Toyland. Both are gone. Do they make sense in books anymore? Would a young reader understand what a toy store is? 3 Magic Balls was one of my nephew’s favorite stories. I read it to him dozens of times.
3 Magic Balls (2000)
When kids today grow up and become illustrators themselves, what will they draw? The toy aisle at Walmart?
Okay, I just said “kids today”. It’s totally possible I’m indulging in Boomer Doomerism—after all, Corduroy took place in a department store—maybe none of this is a big deal but I can’t help but think that it is.
Corduroy (1968)
Other things that are going extinct that makes our world poorer:
Bus drivers
Last Stop On Market Street (2015)
Newspapers and paperboys
The Paperboy (1996)
Paper maps
Everything I Know About Pirates (2000)
Colorful elders
The Frank Show (2012)
And anything Richard Scarry drew.
One time my nephew and I were watching old cartoons and we saw an old Mickey Mouse short in which Mickey and Donald ate corn on the cob. They did it like all good cartoon characters did, thus:
tika-tika-tika-ding!
My nephew said “Why are they eating like that?” I explained they were mimicking the action of an old typewriter. His reaction: “Oh.” It didn’t diminish his enjoyment of the gag that he didn’t know what a Remington was. And his curiosity was fired up for a moment so I dunno, maybe none of this is such a big deal. But, still, those damn black rectangles.
Tek (2016)
So… is there a point to any of this? So much of what I’m describing is out of our control. Apple isn’t going to suddenly make cartoonishly round iPhones again and Toys R Us has long ago declared bankruptcy. I guess what it comes down to is that the job of the children’s book illustrator has become more important than ever. Sounds dour and dire (and maybe self-aggrandizing) but it’s entirely possible picture books have become the best last stand against the death of imagination. So let us fill our books with the richest, most beautifully imagined worlds we can conjure. The fate of the world may depend on it.
Two days before New Years I saw a reel on Instagram that flipped quickly through a bunch of words. You were to take a screenshot and let word you land on be your fortune for 2025. I got mine (“connection”) and thought, “What is this baloney?” For some reason, the word didn’t connect with me and I decided to make my own reel. I put an IG story asking people for their favorite words. I collected a handful, then started writing affirmations for each. I collected some photos (many mine, several borrowed), put them in a video and set them to music. This is how it came out:
It was a lot of fun to make and it was extremely gratifying to see many people say their words resonated with recent events or thoughts in their lives. I say gratifying because although I wrote these quickly, stream of consciousness style, in the span of a single evening, each word carried a special intention. I didn’t want these to just be jokes (although GRATEFUL and SMORGASBORD lean heavily in that direction), I wanted them to have the potential of inspiring people in some way.
For those of you who are stumped by your word, I’m posting each slide below so you can read and digest them at your leisure. I’m including each word’s “too long, didn’t read” summary and, where significant, my thoughts behind the writing.
Happy New Year!
Anachronism
TLDR; use your hands, make something
Lunch
TLDR; get outside, especially if you work at home
Hullabaloo
TLDR; engage in quiet resistance
Tchotchke
TLDR; identify your emotions to help process them
Mashed Potatoes
TLDR; embrace chaos
Milieu
TLDR; choose your friends wisely, be a good friend
Cavalcade
TLDR; research before panicking
Spumoni
TLDR; you can still find joy in the memory of lost things
Crisp
TLDR; don’t worry what others think of you
note: this comes from a true story. I posted a video of me eating celery over on TikTok. I was test running an idea where I’d eat celery and then stitch it to a video of a rhinoceros eating celery (in celebration of Big Rhinoceros, Little Rhinoceros). Someone commented “I peed in your celery” and although I seldom care about comments on social media, this one really got to me!
Cacophony
TLDR; listen to your heart/trust your intuition
Grateful
TLDR; be grateful, even for the worst pun you ever read
Shampoo
TLDR; focus on that which is essential, let the rest wash away
Smorgasbord
TLDR; branch out of your comfort zone
Drawer
TLDR; practice introspection, allow yourself the opportunity of discovery
Aubergine
TLDR; be yourself!
Googly Eyes
TLDR; it’s never too late
Spelunk
TLDR; look for the light, hope
Sit-Spot
TLDR; you are not separate from nature, respect that
Vivacious
TLDR; live boldly
Sussuration
TLDR; spend more time in contemplation, less in reaction (also, get off social media)
Ratty Sneakers
TLDR; practice empathy
Discombobulate
TLDR; don’t try to reason with people who argue in bad faith
Love
TLDR; love thy neighbor
Sumfin’ Gleebus
TLDR; your future is yours
note: these were submitted separately but I was inspired to merge them together into one entry
Preposterous
TLDR; be curious
note: there’s a bigger story behind this one, but I’m going to save it for another day.
I’ve been meaning to write about a certain movie since the start of the summer but I haven’t quite been ready to. It felt like I had all the time in the world, as usual, and what’s more, I knew writing about it was going to make me cry. I’m not uncomfortable crying, mind you, I just didn’t want to deal with these particular tears. But I just looked out my kitchen window, thought about the movie and I broke down. So, here I am, late in the evening on what I guess is the last day of summer, tears in my eyes, and I’m finally going to put my thoughts to paper.
It always really bugged me that in KIKI’S DELIVERY SERVICE, Kiki sets off into the world so ill prepared. She’s a young witch-in-training with no discernable witching skills (except for flying on a broom). She leaves home, as is witch tradition, on her 13th birthday and makes her way to a large city where she faces a number of setbacks in her journey to becoming the city’s resident witch.
The movie is beautiful, the themes of independence and reliance (on self and others) are honest and true. Kiki is one of those perfect Ghibli films but I always wondered, what the hell were her parents doing for the last 13 years??? This question always kind of ruined the movie for me.
So why am I having such a strong reaction to this movie and this question? Well, I just dropped off my daughter at college. The event has been hanging over my head since spring break earlier this year when we did a campus tour. I thought about my child’s impending adventure and found myself suddenly relating to Kiki’s parents. What the hell have I been doing for the last 18 years??? I’m not saying my kid is ill-prepared (I made sure of this, we used to make “Witch’s Brew” in our back garden out of flower petals, woodchips, and compost), I just wonder now if there’s any amount of preparation a parent can provide that makes them feel they’ve done their job. I looked out the kitchen window tonight and thought about all the many ways I could have done more. Or if not more, done different.
The universe is pretty big on giving me obvious signs. Or maybe I like looking for signs. Either way, this discovery we made as we drove into the campus was a fitting coincidence.
The theater near my kid’s college is showing KIKI’S DELIVERY SERVICE. Why here, why now? Who knows. What’s my takeaway? Let me tell you.
At the end of KIKI’S DELIVERY SERVICE, Kiki has found inspiration and purpose and is happy and that’s all I’ve ever wanted for my kids. My hope is that I’ve prepared my kid well enough to identify what inspiration, purpose and happiness look like (if not what it means to them) but I also know that, like with Kiki, this is a journey they have to make on their own.
Now listening to:
Updating to say two things: first, I’ll take backseat to very few people in my love of Miyazaki films. One of those people is my daughter. I love Miyazaki films, she lives them. There was always one of either Totoro, Porco Rosso, Spirited Away or Kiki in rotation in our DVD back when she was little and their impact was strong. These days she might identify with Sophie from Howl’s Moving Castle, but back then she was Fio. We used to play Porco Rosso which was sitting longways on our living room couch pretending it was an airplane. We’d tour the Mediterranean, land and then pull up the cushions to hammer away at the engine before taking off again. Second, the reason for my tears might not be so deep as all I wrote above. I just miss my kid. She’s a fun person to have around. (Cut to Jerrold crying, flying solo on his couch.)
If you’re reading this, there’s a good chance we just met at the 2024 American Library Convention in San Diego. Hello! It’s wonderful to see you again. This is a simple landing page to welcome you to my website and to point you to my socials. Here we go!
After a two month marathon of drawing and painting I have completed all the illustrations for JIM! I sent in my last three illustrations earlier today. Although, I will admit these last three are incomplete. I was eager to get them to my art director before I head out to ALA tomorrow.
It hasn’t sunk in yet that I’ve completed (mostly) all the art, and that in less than a year I will be holding a copy of the book. But it HAS sunk in that I will be in a convention hall full of fellow book lovers many of whom are fans of James Marshall in less than 24 hours and that I better have some kind of celebratory swag to share. I wish I could bring all these originals and show everyone just what it is I’ve been working on over the last sixty some odd days but I think we’ll just have to do with postcards and pins.
Oh, yes, these two months have also been sort of a forced hiatus from social media (I did take a break to share my deal announcement) but I’m looking forward to posting regularly on here again.
