My mom's a saver, and I came across this book that I wrote and illustrated in the third grade:
I distinctly remember this day in school! We had someone come into our classroom to teach us how to bind the books, and we had a nice selection of wallpaper scraps to choose from for the binding. I don't remember how long we were actually working on the stories, though...
A little discouraging to see that my humor has not changed much since the third grade.
I remember being rather proud of the viewpoint of this picture. The story lags a bit from this point on, so I'll skip right to the denouement...
I also remember thinking this illustration was spot-on in terms of feeling and emotional tenor, but I was frustrated that I didn't keep all the chairs on a straight line.
This illustration, I recall, I considered to be the crowning glory of the book, and perhaps of my artistic life to date. A silhouette, against a movie screen, complete with fine cross-hatching skills?!? Top notch.
I guess I do still have an interest in barnyard animals.
I had some blank spreads at the back, so I added some illustrations. I think I was reading a lot of books from the library with color plates at the time.