Children of the Forest
Neal Porter Books / Holiday House • Available April 26, 2022
Grabbing a bow and quiver, a kid sets off, younger sibling in tow, to live off the land in the expanses of . . . their own backyard. “We are wild,” the brave explorer says. “We were raised by wolves. And raccoons. And owls.” The children manage to elude a savage puma (their cat) and outhunt a gigantic beast (their dog), but when an intruder (Mom) breaks into their camp, they must choose between Mother Nature and the mother who can tuck them in at night.
Roughing It
I had written this story just before the pandemic hit, and began illustrating as the virus was forcing families to stay home. Everyone in my neighborhood was walking more, spending more time in their yards. Kids were playing outside a lot. While I was painting, I remember thinking that scenes similar to what I was illustrating were probably being acted out in a lot of backyards. Of course, not all kids are lucky enough to grow up around trees, and have to work that much harder to imagine themselves into another place. I grew up out in the country, so I know vines and stumps. But this story could have just as easily been about a girl who grew up imagining her front stoop was a pyramid and wondering why the warehouse windows always seemed to be watching her.
I could have made up all the plants and animals, but that would have pushed the story too far into fantasy. So I spent a lot of time studying what actually grows around my North Carolina home. Even the bushes that come to life in the kid’s imagination are based on real plants.
I used pencil, ink, and watercolor, rather than my go-to medium of oil paint. The pencil allowed me to add all sorts of little twigs and tendrils, and watercolor has a randomness that settles into the paper in ways you can never totally control—sort of like my own backyard.
Scroll down to see a video of me trying to read the book, along with some early sketches and more clues as to how I made the book. Click on any image to enlarge it.