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Bear and Bee activity sheets!
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Click here BearBee_ActivitySheets to download for free four activity sheets, courtesy of Bear and Bee! Feel free to make as many copies as you wish and share with your friends, students, patrons, etc.
First signing for Bear and Bee and the Duck!
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Sunday March 10th 1pm-3pm
Picture book lovers get ready for a fun-filled afternoon featuring 6 picture book creators presenting their new works for you and your children. Beginning at 1pm, NANCY CARPENTER, award winning illustrator of over 30 picture books, and author EVA MOORE share their new title Lucky Ducklings; NY Times bestselling author & illustrator, BRETT HELQUIST, introduces one seriously cranky farm animal in Grumpy Goat; author & illustrator LITA JUDGE shares the journey of a beloved Red Hat; author & illustrator STEVE LIGHT lifts off with Zephyer Takes Flight; author & illustrator SERGIO RUZZIER will delight with two new picture books — Bear and Bee, the story of a very hungry bear who has just woken up from hibernating, and Have You Seen My New Blue Socks, a charming, rhyming tale; and NY Times bestselling author & illustrator DAN YACCARINO powers up to introduce his new picture book, Doug Unplugged. Picture book fans will smile and laugh as this talented cast of picture book creators bring their books to life for young readers and listeners. Beginning at 1pm, the authors and artists will present their new books, answer questions from fans, and sign copies of all their great titles! Ages 3-6. Sunday, March 10th, 1-3pm.
“Bear!” says Bee. “It’s Read Across America Day!”
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Where was Eddie Hemingway?
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I share a studio in Gowanus, Brooklyn, with four other authors/illustrators: Sophie Blackall, Brian Floca, Eddie Hemingway, and John Bemelmans Marciano. Do I need to say that they are all lovely and talented? Good.
Anyway: earlier today, Pen & Oink published a post about a recent studio visit. Among the many nice pictures, they also published a panoramic photograph of the studio itself, with everybody feverishly working at their desk, except for Eddie. Where was he when Robin Rosenthal took the picture? I finally solved the mystery: he must have been photoshopped out! Here’s the original photograph before it was retouched.
Thumbnails, sketches, and more at 7-Imp
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Please tale a look at Julie Danielson’s new post, with roughs, sketches, and finished art from my two new books.
The four-star constellation of the Duck!
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A new star was discovered today. It’s called School Library Journal, and joins Kirkus, PW, and The Horn Book in the ever brighter constellation of the Duck.
BUNTING, Eve. Have You Seen My New Blue Socks? illus. by Sergio Ruzzier.
A small green duck has lost his new blue socks. He looks for them in his toy box and consults his friends the fox and the ox. He does not find them among other socks on the rocks, but his peacock friends help him find them. The short, repetitive rhyming sentences are a good fit for beginning readers, and the large trim size allows plenty of space for the watercolor and [pen] illustrations to provide clues to solve the humorous mystery. This is a whimsical delight for children whose parents clamor for phonics-based books.–Laura Scott, Farmington Community Library, MI
The Sendak Fellowship
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I originally wrote this piece for the March/April 2012 SCBWI Bulletin.
Among the very first books that I ever touched, were the five Little Bear books by Else Holmelund Minarik and illustrated by Maurice Sendak. The bittersweet episode in which Little Bear thinks his mother has forgotten about his birthday was especially fascinating to me as a young child. The story is touching and beautifully told, but what really got into my guts, and stayed there forever, are those perfect ink drawings. The disappointment you could see on Little Bear’s expressions; the different personalities of Hen, Duck, and Cat; the melancholy of the humble birthday soup: all this is illuminated by Sendak’s pen in such a sensitive manner. The last time I took a good look at those drawings was years ago, but if I close my eyes I can still see them so clearly.
As an adolescent, I began imagining for myself a future as a visual storyteller of some kind. Looking around for inspiration, I encountered Hieronymus Bosch, Alfred Kubin, Elzie Crisler Segar, George Herriman, Wilhelm Busch, and other artists in various fields. Since I didn’t go through any kind of formal education to speak of, these people and their work were fundamental in my artistic progress, for better or worse. But when I sat down at my table to learn how to use that wonderful drafting tool that is the dip pen, I knew what to keep near at hand: Maurice Sendak’s drawings.
In Italy, where I was born and grew up, most of Sendak’s books were not nearly as popular as they were in the United States and elsewhere in the world. Only when I moved to New York in the mid nineties did I fully understand the range and importance of his work. I began collecting his books, which kept me company on my path to the profession.
One day in February of 2011, opening the mailbox to clear it up from the usual utility bills and advertisements, I found a curious item: a letter. It was addressed to me, and bore the letterhead The Sendak Fellowship. I opened it, expecting to read a request for a donation to a children’s literacy program or something of that nature. Instead, the letter was an invitation to spend four weeks in Connecticut, in a house a few steps from Maurice Sendak’s, in the fall. I would be given a studio where to work on my projects, if I felt like it. In fact, there was no obligation to produce anything specific, or anything at all. In addition to this, and to me most importantly, I would have a chance to meet Maurice Sendak. Maurice Sendak! I said yes, but I was scared.
The notion that Sendak actually knew my books enough to invite me to his place was unsettling. I have always been afraid that one day I’ll hear a knock at the door and some stranger in a uniform, an Art Police officer, will notify me of my lack of qualifications and therefore my inadequacy to be in this business. I will have to surrender my pen and nibs and my India ink, my watercolors and my paper. Something like this might happen one day, and I was afraid the time had come. Sendak himself was to notify me personally.
A few months before the fellowship began, I learned the names of the three other fellows who would be in Connecticut with me (four illustrators are invited each year): Denise Saldutti, Frann Preston-Gannon, and Ali Bahrampour. I was very familiar with Bahrampour’s picture book, Otto. The Story of a Mirror, a wonderful, truly original book. I thought: if he is also being invited, maybe I don’t have to be too afraid. After making that first book, he seemed to have disappeared from the children’s book world, so they couldn’t possibly want him out, as he already was out. I began to think that the Sendak Fellowship must have been some kind of rehabilitation center for picture storytellers. And for me, it was.
Everything in my stay was delightful: the convivial atmosphere; the incredible kindness and efficiency of Dona McAdams and Lynn Caponera, who organize the program; my studio, with windows that looked into the woods, populated by birds, frogs, toads, turtles, chipmunks, deer, and very long and fat earthworms. In that studio, I was able to draw and think freely, with no deadlines or pressure of any kind, just for the pleasure of it.
The main reason why I draw and tell stories is to be in that state of grace and intimate isolation you reach when you are completely immersed in your creation. We all know it is often a delusive state, but still. In that world that you are building, you want to be honest, you want to be true to yourself. But when you make picture books for children, there are so many hurdles, taboos, things that you are not allowed to show or tell. You get used to this notion; you come to accept it as a given; you censor yourself. And you produce books that are not as good as they could be. You forget why you are doing this.
Sendak reminded me that it doesn’t have to be that way. He is a very warm, sweet and witty person, but also very honest. He told me what he liked in my books and what he didn’t like. His main concern was that some of my choices were too safe and tame. “You need to be brave,” he said to me. I tried to blame the publishers, and he did acknowledge that today’s industry, at least in the United States, is not as favorable and nurturing as it was forty or fifty years ago. But that, he told me, should not be an excuse. He is completely right, and I already knew that. But talking with him, while walking in the woods with his dog Herman, made me remember why I draw and tell stories.
Moon, Have You Met My Mother?
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There was a thread on Twitter about Karla Kuskin recently. That made me feel a bit nostalgic. I consider myself very fortunate to have met her and chatted with her.
Here are a few pages from her big collection of poems. It was incredible to be picked as the illustrator.
Booklist: “Bear and Bee is wrapped in cuteness.”
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Bear wakes up hungry from hibernation, and the only food source in sight is a beehive. When the bee on top of the hive offers up his honey, Bear says, “But what about the bee?” See, Bear doesn’t actually know what a bee is—it’s certainly not the creature he is talking to—and his preconceived notions about bees include that they’re “terrible monsters!” with “large teeth” and “sharp claws.” […] These two unlikely friends […] are charmers […]. This story about snap judgments is wrapped in cuteness, making it just right for the pre-school set. — Ann Kelle
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| How bees look in Bear’s morbid imagination. |