Annual Talent Search For a Children’s Book Illustrator
I’ve emerged from my cave after sleeping through the fourth annual Lilla Rogers’s Global Talent Search.Â I would still be in the dark about the talent search if not for artsy friends on Instagram. Fortuitously, a hash tag led me to a talented network of artist and illustrators who had entered a contest to win agency representation by Lilla Rogers Studio.
Lilla Rogers at Make Art That Sells sponsors an annualÂ Global Talent Search competition to find talented children’s book illustrators. The Grand Prize winner receives agency representation from Lilla Rogers Studio; career development support in illustration; and numerous product licenses. Zowie!
Decorating my Frankenstein cake for Franky was inspired by art on a Hallmark gift bag.
Legendary Boss Inspires Cake
I baked a Frankenstein cake for my Bossâ€™s birthday. He earned himself the nickname Franky, aka, Frankenstein, from his boss.
Franky’s career in journalism was noteworthy, but his transition to the corporate world was bumpy. He embellished his reports to an extent that his articles, though fascinating reading, no longer passed the fact-checking test. His writing created nightmares in the board room. On those occasions, the company president who hired him, exclaimed he hadÂ created a monster,Â Franky.
I whipped up some green butter-cream frosting. Topped the butter-cream with drizzles of melted, milk-chocolate chips for Franky’s face, and covered marshmallows with chocolate for his ear bolts.
SPOOKY: For cobwebs on your Halloween desserts, partially melt marshmallows on stove top or in microwave. Stir for a uniform texture. Pull apart and finely string across your dessert. Don’t heat it too hot to handle.
From our library and sold on eBay, The Stories from Uncle Remus by Joel Chandler Harris: six classic “Uncle Remus” tales that spell adventure:
–Why Mr. Possum Has No Hair on His Tail
–Mr. Rabbit Meets His Match
–The Wonderful Tar-Baby
–Mr. Wolf Makes a Failure
–Mr. Fox Tackles Old Man Tarrypin –Old Mr. Rabbit, He’s a Good Fisherman.
It was one of those things we inherited, and inasmuch as I love books and story telling, I only glimpsed the book before selling it for $29 on eBay.
I was glad to hear from the buyer she bought Uncle Remus to read to her grandchildren, a perfect ending to any good book.
Brer Rabbit, Brer Fox, and Tar-Baby
Here’s how the classic story goes …
Brer Fox was always trying to catch Brer Rabbit; but Brer Rabbit was mighty pert and spry, and he never let Brer Fox catch him. So Brer Fox pretended to be friendly, and asked Brer Rabbit to come to dinner with him. But Brer Rabbit did not come; he knew what was going to be eaten at that dinner. Brer Fox then thought of something else. He went to work and got some tar and some turpentine, and fixed up a thing he called a Tar-Baby. He set up this Tar-Baby by the road near Brer Rabbitâ€™s house, and laid low beneath the bramble-bushes nearby to watch what would happen.
By and by Brer Rabbit came prancing along, lippity-clippity, clippity-lippity, as saucy as a jay-bird. When he saw Tar-Baby he sat up on his legs in astonishment.
â€œGood-morning,â€ says Brer Rabbit, very politely and nicely. â€œFine weather this morning,â€ says he.
Tar-Baby said nothing, and Brer Fox he laid low.
â€œAre you deaf?â€ said Brer Rabbit. â€œI can shout if you are.â€
And he shouted. But Tar-Baby kept on saying nothing; and Brer Fox he winked his eye slowly, and laid low.
At last Brer Rabbit raised his fist and hit Tar-Baby on the side of her head. And there his fist stuck in the tar, and he couldnâ€™t pull it away.
â€œLet me go, or Iâ€™ll strike you again!â€ says Brer Rabbit. And he hit out with his other hand, and that stuck on Tar-Baby.
Brer Rabbit kicked out angrily with his feet and they got stuck on Tar-Baby. Then he butted her with his head, and his head also got fixed.
â€œHowdydo?â€ says Brer Fox, coming out of the bushes, and looking as innocent as a dicky-bird. â€œYou seem rather stuck up, Brer Rabbit, this morning.â€
And then Brer Fox rolled about the ground and laughed.
â€œI expect youâ€™ll come to dinner with me now, Brer Rabbit,â€ says he. â€œWeâ€™re going to have some nice roast rabbit. You wonâ€™t play any more tricks on me. Youâ€™re too saucy by far.
â€œWho asked you to strike up an acquaintance with this Tar-Baby? Now youâ€™re going to have a warm time, as soon as I can get some firewood together.â€
Then Brer Rabbit began to talk mighty humble.
â€œI donâ€™t care what you do with me, Brer Fox,â€ says he, â€œso long as you donâ€™tâ€™ fling me on those prickly bramble-bushes.â€
â€œItâ€™s too much trouble to light a fire, says Brer Fox. Iâ€™ll have to hang you.â€
â€œHang me, or drown me?â€ says Brer Rabbit. â€œI donâ€™t mind. But for pityâ€™s sake donâ€™t fling me on those prickly bramble-bushes.â€
But Brer Fox wanted to hurt Brer Rabbit as much as he could, so he took him by the hind legs and pulled him off Tar-Baby, and flung him right into the middle of the prickly bramble-bushes. There was a considerable flutter where Brer Rabbit struck the bushes, and Brer Fox wanted to see what was going to happen. By and by he heard someone calling up the hill, and there he saw Brer Rabbit sitting on a log, combing the tar out of his hair with a chip of wood.
â€œI was bred and born in a briar bush, Brer Foxâ€”bred and born in it â€” says Brer Rabbit, with a laugh. And with that he skipped off home as lively as a cricket.
SOURCE: The Human Interest Library, The National Home and School Association, The Midland Press, Chicago, 1922; pp. 346-347