Another illustration from my picture book story, “I Think Maybe I Swallowed A Baby”, the piano playing hippo is part of a crew of circus characters that end up in the belly of a whale. Everyone is having a fine time with the circus… except for the whale. All of this rumbling and tumbling… music and dancing… is keeping the whale in knots day and night!
He only wanted a peaceful breakfast of fish…
But what he accidentally swallowed was a circus…
… and a baby.
What an interruption. What a headache! He couldn’t feel worse.
Until… the sneeze.
Another illustration from my picture book story, “I Think Maybe I Swallowed A Baby,” this giraffe is quite disturbed about the creature who found his neck to be a cozy place to nap. However, he’s not nearly as upset as the whale that swallowed them both… along with several other surprising items and characters. All of this change and interruption is driving him mad until a whale-size sneeze (do whales even sneeze?) leaves him all alone and wondering if a bit of chaos isn’t always so bad.
It’s no surprise that a whale likely takes in some interesting items while gulping down fish in the ocean. The whale in my picture book story, “I Think Maybe I Swallowed A Baby” is no exception. …a circus tent? …a piano playing hippopotamus? …a dancing ostrich? He’s only focused on the negative of these (and a few more) terrible disturbances until a gigantic sneeze changes everything…
It seems that every church I illustrate on canvas or for a story is some whimsical version of a little white country church. This one, painted recently for a client’s kitchen, is the epitome of whimsical.. as in completely out of proportion. Extremely narrow. Oddly tall. Wonky windows. The fact that it’s a church lends to inspirational. But its out of sorts design keeps it winsome.. like a church where you might find Squirrel Nutkin or Morris the Moose.. because everyone needs a church to call home, right?
Love this little church. So peaceful and perfect. And a picnic! Who doesn’t love a picnic? Everything’s going great until the skunk shows up. Yep. A skunk. This is another illustration from my picture book about Melbourne. I suppose if skunks aren’t welcome, they should put up a sign. So, I’m presently constructing one.
You’d be angry too if a skunk sprayed you with his stinky smelly scent. It’s just that he thought he was spraying the mouse… which actually makes it worse. Pick on someone your own size, right? You may giggle your way through my picture book about a skunk with an ultra ego. But I hope the ending leaves you with one thought in mind.. pride stinks.
We’ve all been there. We have it all together. We think we’re above hurting ourselves or others. The signs of caution are clearly marked, but we are too full of ourselves to see them. And then it happens. The crash. My picture book carries a skunk named Melbourne through several funny mishaps, lightheartedly reminding where pride can lead.
Do you ever wake up feeling sad? No reason. The sky looks gray. The hills feel high. The roads are long. And if your ears could droop, they would. Sebastian’s ears can droop and they do. He thinks he’s the only one. He thinks it will never end. But in my picture book about the sad elephant (with the argyle sweater), the sun shines again and the stars twinkle. Don’t worry. They will for you too.