Sunshine Smile Publications Illustrator Showcase

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Oh wow… check it out!   My Illustrator Showcase is up over at Sunshine Smile Publications!
http://www.sunshinesmilepublications.co.uk/showcase/showcase-roberta-baird

In my interview, you’ll read about past and current projects. What I’m promoting now… which is of course,

I See the Animals Sleeping a Bedtime Story.
You’ll also read about books we’re reading at home,  a wee bit about process and more…

So let me tell you a bit about Sunshine Smile Publications. They are:

A paramount site for book news and information.
A platform to showcase talented creators of Children’s & YA books.
A publicity and promotional tool for the children’s book industry.

http://www.sunshinesmilepublications.co.uk/

…. and they’re really nice to work with! Check out their site… pass it along!
You can also follow them on Twitter and Facebook!

Perennial

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I’m just a mean green mother from outer space
And it looks like you been had
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space,
So get off my back ‘n get out my face,

Cause I’m mean and green and I am bad!


Pics from my set design

Gesture

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Due to Mary’s unusual gestures, it was quite obvious that …something  was afloat!   ;)

An oldy… but a goody! Hey now… I’m talking about the illustration!!

The Selkie

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Torn between sea mists and solid land
Nights when I’ve ached for a human hand
I’ll come to you while the Moon shines bright
But I must go free with the first streak of light

_Celtic Voices ~ Women of song

 

Stay

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For every Bird a Nest --
Wherefore in timid quest
Some little Wren goes seeking round --

Wherefore when boughs are free --
Households in every tree --
Pilgrim be found?

Perhaps a home too high --
Ah Aristocracy!
The little Wren desires --

Perhaps of twig so fine --
Of twine e'en superfine,
Her pride aspires --

The Lark is not ashamed
To build upon the ground
Her modest house --

Yet who of all the throng
Dancing around the sun
Does so rejoice?

-Emily Dickinson