I led a workshop on the other side of town on Monday, at Glen Waverley library (thanks Lisa). There were 20 well-prepared young writers/illustrators there, raring to go.
Together we created characters, wrote them and drew them.
Then we developed plot outlines. An hour isn’t very long to construct a story and do illustrations, so we focused on transforming ideas into outlines, encouraging characters starting to show their ‘colours’.
This young writer (above) has a diary full of stories, ideas and images.
They were a attentive and imaginative group. The same character name generated character sketches of pigs and pencils, females and males. And the plot lines? Wow. They were stratospheric! Literally, with action moving to the moon and beyond.
If this group of young people is any indication – and there’s no reason to expect it’s not – imagination and creativity is alive and thriving. Thanks for supporting and encouraging them must go to their parents, family, teachers and librarians around them.
And that pic I’m holding? That’s me, as sketched by Sneha. Fabulous!
Two kookaburras sitting in an old gum tree …
We think it was an almost-grown child and a parent. They were certainly having an animated conversation.
These leaves were huge, the longest probably 50 cm or more.
This was the view just behind our hotel room. Almost poetic in its apparent perfection.
Then there was an island in a lake, with only the barest of hints of the industrial origins behind.
Down a dusty road, over a rumble-clang bridge, a waterfall
And a photo bomber to spoil the view!
The only sounds were the crinkling creek and the gently rattling leaves. And the occasional cow reminding us we were in their place.
A bridge, a bridge from here to there … wherever here might be …
Glorious day, just glorious.
Man faces off with cow, armed only with tufted grass.
Cow faces off with man, armed only with a previously-planted cow pat. Cow 1: Man 0.
Did I mention how glorious the day?
We were in timber country, and many early buildings remain, if not in use.
Where once was railway track,
is now a path for bikes and feet.