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1. dartmoor christmas, london new year

This year's been amazing but I've also been working very long hours, so it was BRILLIANT to get away with Stuart to Dartmoor for five days over Christmas. Dartmoor must be one of the most beautiful places in the whole world, it's like stepping into a Tolkein book or a Dark Crystal film set.


Photo by Sarah Reeve

Stuart's dad died this year and my parents are far away in Seattle, so we were so glad to be adopted again by the lovely Reeve family. Their poodle, Frodo, was thrilled about GIFT WRAP everywhere.


Photo by Sarah Reeve

Oh, poodle happy day!


Photo by Sarah Reeve

We went for lots of walks, including some which were a bit muddy to suit the footwear of everyone involved.


Photo by Sarah Reeve


I love the tors scattered around Dartmoor, it's like being in some amazing sculpture park.



I call this Pancake Tor.



Boxing Day, in particular, was VERY MISTY. Well, downright wet, actually. But the moor still looked beautiful then, what we could see of it.



This tor almost looks like the ancient rubble of some giants' fortress.



It was so good to be with friends, including glamorous moorland photographer Sarah Reeve (she's @SarahReeve3 on Twitter).



And comedy duo Philip Reeve and his scooter-obsessed son, Sam.



I love how the moor messes with my sense of scale. My Cakes in Space co-author Philip looks like a 1/48th-scale action figure in this setting:



Tiny Reeve o' the Rocks:



And the landscape's so varied, with so many beautiful, subtle colours.



Everything from wide grassy plains (spot Reeve & son by the holly tree)...



...to mossy forests with boulders that look like the trolls in Frozen.



And yes, we occasionally get very wet, but this is okay because we have ponchos! And wellies. Well, I have wellies to stomp around in, I don't know why Stuart doesn't wear them.



But that is why it is so nice to come back to SNACKS.



Philip's parents brought Christmas cake from the local Christmas fĂȘte. (We don't really do Christmas cake in the USA with marzipan and royal icing, just fruitcake, so here's a description if you're interested.)



Oh, and Christmas pudding, of course.



The Flake bar in breakfast cereal is Sam's addition to festive food.



And here's the inevitable Mountain of Teabags.



And prezzies! Sam got Mark Lowery books and was thrilled:



But also orange gloop.



I spent a WHOLE EVENING stitching this pug cushion for Philip - to give something genuinely homemade, you see - but I'm not Felt Mistress and it didn't come out exactly how I'd hoped. But then I didn't have time to make another prezzie, so he had to lump it.



Sam and I got busy with Sarah on camera, making light drawings:



And I didn't have time (or shelter) on walks to make landscape drawings, but I did a few portraits in the dry indoors. (I've posted them earlier but wanted to keep them all together in one blog post here.) Here's Sam:



And Sarah:



Philip's dad was making his own drawing with the sketchbook and brush pen I gave him, so he held still much better than Sam:



And a bit of moss I found on the ground:



Thanks so much for hosting us, Reeve family; you're the best! :)



Then it was back to London, and one last hurrah for 2014 at the house of our friends Eddie and Caroline. (Eddie Smith is the sculptor who helps make the more ornate of my hats and their daughter, Dulcie, stars in my picture book There's a Shark in the Bath.)



We even had a surprise piper appearance:




Happy New Year, everyone! Thanks so much for following this blog, and I hope 2015 is a good one for you. Don't miss Philip's Year in Review, which you can read on his blog here.

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2. the dartmoor pegasus

Meet the Legend:



Ha ha, Kevin the fat Dartmoor Pegasus isn't my creation, he started out as a little painting that looks sort of pre-historic but was actually painted by Philip Reeve and hung above a door in his kitchen.



He modelled a more slimline version of the Pegasus out of Sculpey clay for his wife, Sarah, for Christmas. I love its stubby little legs and gilded wings, so cute!




So for the picture, I set the Pegasus atop this rocky outcropping - a tor - where earlier in the week I'd photographed his son, Sam.



That's how a lot of story ideas come about, taking a made-up creature and putting it somewhere I've had fun exploring. And hanging out with Philip always gives me lots of ideas (which is why I love making books with him). Even the grass on Dartmoor is inspiring, I want to sit there drawing it all day long.




In other news: Jamie Smart just linked on Bored Panda to some great comics by Fran Krause (@frankrause on Twitter), about people's fears, some quite odd. Check out Deep Dark Fears.

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3. sam

It looks a little bit like him, but not exactly because he wouldn't sit still for more than ten seconds.

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4. Wishy Washy

I received an email a while back from someone asking how I get my watercolour effects. Specifically, the granulation. Difficult one, as I have been mucking about with paint ever since my old dad got me my first basic Reeves box, when I was about four. So it's kind of second nature, precocious though that may sound. I break the 'rules' about mixing different kinds of paint (I do, frequently - gouache and watercolour) and I sometimes use old, and often dried up paints, frequently getting bits of dust in the wash. But somehow granulation always occurs in my washes, even though I hadn't heard of the term until a few years ago when someone told me I was doing it.



The main thing is, I watch my washes hawkishly, like a chef minds his (or her) sauce.
This painting already has already two flimsy and dried washes. They go down loose, like liquid tissue paper...



...and when it is finished to my satisfaction, I get it levelled (or I might prop it a little, to push the darker paint into the shadow area) and watch it dry. It has to dry evenly, and naturally. No hairdryer. Ever. The upper photo shows the evaporating, dulling wash in the bottom right corner. This is what I watch, to check it is not drying too hard into the wash, which might create a tide mark. If it is going too fast, I might tip the board, or put a bit more water in, to coax and blend it into the existing one. It's a matter of squinting sideways and judgement. Then acting quickly and confidently if action needs taking.



The granulation; basically a speckledy finish. And below, just to the side of the window, the pigment in danger of drying into a slight trough. If it is left it will create a darker line - so I tilt the board gently this way and that, to even it out.



After about 40 minutes of babysitting it, I popped down to make some tea, and returned to a minor hiccup - the dark area had dried unevenly, resulting in a nasty little blotch.



Somewhat late for surgery, but some careful tweaking just about sorted it. Luckily it's in the shadow area where I will be putting in some pencil work, but I don't loose too much sleep over little mishaps - it's all part of the process. You can't teach this and the most disappointing answer I give - in reply to most things, not just painting - is it takes time, trial and error, which results in experience. Making mistakes and waiting are sometimes the best way to learn. Putting the time in can seem boring - but I don't have a magic, instant solution, and it works for me.

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5. Review: The Year of My Miraculous Reappearance

This review was written by Alice Herold Cynthia, a thirteen year old girl, has to act the mother of her family because her own mother is a drunk, and her three year old brother, Bill, has Down's Syndrome. Bill calls her "Thynnie" which is the only word he is able to articulate. Her older sister, Kiki, lives away from home and doesn't have much to do with her. "Cynnie" herself states on p. 117,

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