Drawing words, painting spells. Books include The Unwinding, , Accordion Books. Repped by
@WoollardJessica
Original art available through
@talesartplay
Last shout out for this tonight.
Nicola Davies, Tom Bullough and I will be talking about books and reading from works we have made/are making:
Thanks
@LitWales
for all your support.
Come and celebrate living literature in Wales.
A man once told me you can’t use watercolours on claybord. Fortunately, as a post-menopausal woman embracing the New Crone Age with vigour, I did what I usually do, and took no notice.
Now I am just drying my hare.This is the first image for new Accordion books with
@unbounders
I pledge allegiance to the trees,
To the birds who know
the paths in the sky,
To wild folk who dwell
In field and woodland;
Badger, fox, weasel, vole.
I pledge allegiance to butterflies,
Bees, all things wild,
To river, stream, sea and ocean,
Forest, field, moor and mountain.
A man once told me that I would never be successful if I didn’t start wearing makeup and power dressing to impress. This was before I became more empowered by the New Crone Age, was young, but not impressionable enough to take any notice.
Spent all my money on paint instead.
If I seem quiet it will be because I am once more in a place of Mourning.... this time for one of the kindest souls I have met, with a handy knack for theft ( bacon, avocadoes, wooden spoons) She will be much missed. And I will need to get an alarm clock. RIP Rosie.
Thread: Months ago I was asked to ‘express an interest’ in a commission. When I’d worked out what was being asked I did.
I put forward art, based on The Lost Words, Words and images, and
@AlisonOToole
who designed the book helped us win the commission.
A book became a hospital
Dear
@emma_stinga
please tell your son I got a D for my art A level and a 2:2 for my degree. I just won the Greenaway. And I’ve a few books published, internationally. Oh, and I got E for English and I write too.
My Year 5 son was upset at getting a low mark for art in his school report when he really enjoys drawing. I reminded him of what
@CressidaCowell
said about her drawing at that age and it cheered him up. He’s been practising and is very proud of his cat!
I would like to stand beside
@CressidaCowell
in making school libraries, WITH a librarian, a legal requirement for all schools.
It's where democracy in learning begins.
Who is with me?
Dream while the nights are long.
May the old woman of the night watch over you.
May the horse give you strength.
May the wolf guard your dreams.
May the swan be your pillow.
May the red fox guide you.
May you wake to a new day, bright with hope.
My annual flaunting of my dreadful exam results is due.
D for Art
E for English
Did get a B for History.
I worked REALLY hard for these, but was just no good at doing exams.
Completely unqualified to do my job, 2 medals for illustration, have sold hundreds of thousands of books.
Raymond Briggs. Gone. What a light extinguished from our industry. There are very grumpy shoes left open for someone to step into. I would like to do that. We followed a similar path into illustrating books. His Bear is my fav. But he out whits me by an ocean. Celebrate his life.
I do not understand, will never understand, why the end to free movement of people is deemed to be progress.
Even the birds know better than that.
Makes me so sad.
I have a ‘low value’ degree. And yet my work continues to give employment to many people, from printers to publishers, book distributors, book sellers, designers. I hope it also brings more pleasure to people’s lives than
@RishiSunak
does. The arts thread through life. Value them
Hands up if you have a degree in English Literature, or Drama, or Art History, or any other subject that Rishi Sunak considers ‘low value’, yet somehow you’ve managed to gladden more hearts than Rishi Sunak ever will. Not boasting; it’s a very low bar.
May the peace of wild things help you find rest, may your dreams be filled with the songs of birds, and may you wake to a new day with hopeful hearts and courage to face what comes your way.
Today I caught up with a request from my pa. it had to wait until I’d finished The Lost Spells. It is a thank you from him and me to a friend who cared for him and ma.
Pa died on 7th March.
This is part of the shape of my grief.
This is a small part of a massive commission for a hospital in London. It would have been impossible to do without the skills of Alison Otoole who designed The Lost Words. We've all been on a super steep learning curve.
The mug is for scale.
Dear, sweet
@BBCRadio4
I’ve loved you for a long time. But 1: learn how to spell Macfarlane and 2: take a look at the book you have recommended.
The illustrations form a considerable part of this collaboration. They are by me.
Delighted to have book included. Now, include me.
📚
@frankcottrell_b
recommends:
Grimwood by Nadia Shireen
The Lost Words by Robert McFarlane
The Last Wild Trilogy by Piers Torday
My Family and Other Animals by Gerald Durrell
I made a Selkie boy, from ink and salt and fresh water, after swimming in the sea. The water comes from where fresh meets salt.
I love this ink so much, the way it sits on the paper.
On the darkest night, the brightest bears.
With gold leaf, butterfly wings, teacups and an unlikely love affair.
How the time flies as the year turns, now, towards the light.
I find it utterly unacceptable that my taxes are being used to pay bounty hunters £50 a corpse to cull badgers in the face of scientific evidence that proves this to be a flawed solution.
Your tax money, my tax money. Our wildlife.
Last week I learned that I have been awarded the medal for illustration at
@hayfestival
I would like to give a huge thank you to indie bookshops who have championed my book sales over the 26 years I have been working.
You’ve kept me going.
Thank you.
And to all readers too x
The swallows have gone. But somewhere overseas, perhaps, someone is waiting and watching the skies for their return. If that is you, send me a message. I want to send this swallow to summer.....it waits with its stamp to join its flock. It might come with a haiku.
The next full moon is in about one day.
If the skies are clear she will be a pink moon, rising huge over the land. Moonshadows will dapple the earth.
I do love having things to look forward to.
This weekend at an event
@RobGMacfarlane
and I did in Cambridge we learned that if you put your ear to a silver birch tree's bark you can hear the sap rising. I need a forest now. I want to hear the music of trees. I need to paint their shape, and honour these beautiful creatures
A suggestion for schools. Instead of Scholastic book fair why not invite your local bookshop to bring books in for the children to look at and buy? They can curate a selection of brilliant reads for all ages.
Thread:I have a dear friend. Before I begin this thread you need to understand that. She's my friend. She works in a hospice, is a palliative care doctor. She has helped me so much, when my father was dying, giving me advice at the start of lockdown, for the care of my mother.
The night is clear. A river of stars wraps around the earth. Winter scents the air and the red fox dreams of his love, the Winter Queen.
Soon she will come to him, with frost at her feet and a crown of ice.
Rest, in the dreams of foxes.
Rise to a new day, turn to face the light.
Wonderful that the stage show has a 4 star review.
The Lost Spells was co-created by me and Robert Macfarlane. I worked through exceptionally difficult circumstances to craft the imagery and pace of this book. I do not appreciate being written out of that creation yet again.
Day drew to a close. Colours drained from autumn woods, darkness and shadows gathered beneath trees, still heavy with leaves. All around owls called. And badger brought the moon to silver each leaf, to shine through the darkness.
So rest now at days end and dream of the wildwood.
Evening, yesterday, on the way to leave a stone at the beach we met a young girl who had her birthday yesterday. So I left the stone in her hands.
There were bluebells, and calm seas.
A ‘Staycation ’ is when you can just about afford to feed your kids and someone loans you an old tent, to put up in your garden or bedroom. Not when you choose to holiday in the UK instead of going abroad. Wish the media would get a grip on this.
Really sorry guys, if you've bought The Lost Words and aren't age 5-7 you are going to have to send it back.
The book industry puts up such curious barriers between books.
Personally I think the reading age for this is 0-dead.
For
#BookIllustrationOfTheDay
I travel through time to the ancestors of illustrators. Those who looked at shape and form, before books were a thing and made art. These are still some of the most beautiful representations of animals, the natural world, I’ve seen.
Thread: Gold shines in the space between.
It is the nature of humanity to seek to understand.
But most often understanding is found in stillness, silence, solitude.
I wish you peace
This time last year I was painting this magpie, worrying about deadlines.
Now, people are unwrapping The Lost Words.
It carries spells from the heart of the wild. May it enchant and entice you, bring you kingfishers and otters, awake your wild soul, to be an Outsider.
Libraries change lives. One of my regrets, when I die, will be all the books I never read. Libraries give us power. And librarians are the keys to the knowledge. Without a librarian it's just a room filled with books. We should treasure our librarians, not make them redundant.
Libraries are time-machines. Libraries are wildwoods. Libraries are galaxies. Libraries are magic portals into learning & dreaming. Libraries are vital for social mobility.
100 libraries have closed in the last year, hitting inner-city children hardest.
Dear
@Telegraph
I do not recall you requesting permission to use my illustration to illuminate your article criticising
@bbcproms
no 49
@GretaThunberg
is young, and she speaks for all of us.
It’s not politics, it’s science. Here, science meets art.
This poster image was blocked from my Instagram account as being offensive.
All the posters for my event in Hay were removed.
Wondering who the malicious imp might be…. Meanwhile, painting.
Poster available from
@Tinsmiths1
This year has been a difficult and challenging one. Yesterday my Child came home, from Colombia.
The most beautiful things I’ve seen this year are my children’s faces. To have her home, safe, after such adventures, is such a soul’s ease.
The Lost Words features on both Carnegie & Greenaway Award longlists. This remarkable book has already done so much to nurture both conservation & awareness but also creativity in schools across the country. Congratulations
@RobGMacfarlane
and
@JackieMorrisArt
So well deserved
A storm is rising.
Perhaps the storm
before the calm.
The moon is loose,
its light savaged by swift clouds.
Darkness threatens.
Rest, now.
Wake and rise tomorrow with hope.
Whatever happens we will need
the kindness of strangers
to endure,
prosper.
I do love my old paintbox and it’s 200 year old, weird and heavy paint block of curious colours so much. They are pure chemistry. They have a weird weight to each pan. And strange names like Roman Ochre, Leitch’s Blue
A levels I achieved.
B for history
D for art
E for English.
I’ve never had a job taken away from me because I am completely unqualified to write or illustrate.
Don’t let the fact that you are rubbish at exams limit your life x
Made with ink that is maybe 150-200 years old. Ground on an ink stone with water. So very bright a blue, awake after a long sleep.
Painted on a luggage tag.
When I decided I wanted to be an artist aged 6 I never imagined in my wildest dreams that 51 years later I would be inking otters on stage with an orchestra in the Albert Hall. Life can be curious strange.
Thank you everyone who has given a warm welcome to The Lost Spells.
One of the hardest periods of my life was lived around creating the images, finding the key, crafting the shape of it. But also I found a refuge in that crafting.
Next time you are at an award ceremony,
@michaelgove
it's kind of polite to listen to what the authors are saying rather than scrolling through your phone. If you'd been in school I'd have taken your phone off you, sent you to the head teacher
#countryfilelive
#wainwrightprize18
By day she gathered bright rosehips in a painted bowl. In the evening they shared the red berries. Later she slept, safe and warm beside the great bear. Tomorrow was another day, the winter night was long. She would wake, rested, with a heart filled with courage and wishes.
A woman once said to me, " I think it is a waste of time educating the working classes as it only makes them discontented with their lot, don't you agree?"
I answered, "speaking as one of the educated working class, I think you are talking utter bollocks."
I wouldn't say I am a grinch, but I do find Christmas a difficult time. There's an enforced jollity about it that doesn't sit right in my heart. There's a commercialism that's not happy too. What do you think
@matthaig1
?
Two shopping days from Christmas.
An advent calendar in reverse.
Deep in a system of caves in Scotland a bear sleeps for thousands of years. Around her the antlers of reindeer gather.
These are the dreams of the white bear sleeping.