Originally published on July 17, 2012.
Muchaluva,
Stace
*UPDATED* Ai loves apples. Ai can fly. Ai loves you.
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Illustrations for “When Pigs Fly” by Kenn Nesbitt
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Last updated: May 18, 2012
So I had to come up with a 32-page children’s book illustrations for this poem. Well, it’s the poem I chose, because the subject is my favorite: Pigs.
I’ve heard it said that pigs will fly
and someday soon they’ll rule the sky.
That may sound strange but, if it’s right,
I don’t suppose they’ll fly a kite.
I’ll bet, instead, they’ll have to train
so they can learn to fly a plane,
or join the Navy where they’ll get
to learn to fly a fighter jet.
Or maybe they’ll grow piggy wings,
or put on shoes with giant springs,
or fly in huge hot-air balloons,
or seaplanes with those big pontoons,
or biplanes like a flying ace,
or shuttles into outer space,
or rocket ships for trips to Mars,
or flying saucers to the stars.
However pigs decide to fly,
as long as they are way up high
and busy buzzing all around
instead of grunting on the ground,
I think it’s safe to say I’ll love
to see them soaring up above.
I’m sure I won’t be shocked or shaken.
Still, I’ll prob’ly miss the bacon.
And this is the book cover:
Enjoy ^(oo)^
Muchaluva,
Stace
What’s the witch having for lunch?
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Done in Adobe Illustrator.
Muchaluva,
Stace
Stay warm
© 2011, Stacia Priscilla
With love, from Yu and Ai.
Muchaluva,
Stace
Nehi nehi aca aca: A little personal memoriam for the incredible trip to India
Spring 2010
In a nutshell, here’s what happened:
We arrived at Jammu and Kashmir, and Kokoh, Kelly, and their parents lost all their baggages. Soon we found out that the airline left their baggages behind at Thailand, where we transit from. So we lived in a houseboat down by Dal River, and they have to either wear the same clothes they’ve been wearing for the next three days and borrow some of our clothes. We went up to the edges of the Himalayas, rode on ponies, felt really dangerous when we were pulled by local workers on a sled and their only reply to your cries are a simple and fun “no problem”. And they slide more. At the pink city of Jaipur, we rode on huge elephants, saw angry monkeys, noticed people peeing on the streets, and camels and cows and goats and boars and even peacocks roaming around as if the whole city is still a wildlife habitat. When we were in line in front of the Taj Mahal entrance there were lots of child beggars who were swarming up on our faces with repeated shouts “ten rupees, ten rupees,” telling us each keychain with a miniature Taj Mahal inside costed ten rupees. We were not interested. “Ten rupee ten rupee ten rupee ten rupee ten -” “NO,” I interrupted them in a loud, affirming voice. And so they went away. And the whole drive around the beauty capital of New Delhi just about summed up the fun trip through the other cities.
It was really fun.
Muchaluva,
Stace
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