








Oak
The Oak
Watercolour, wax resist and Pen and Ink (Limited Edition)
This was the cover illustration to the first Book I illustrated for the writer Rosie Andersen. In commissioning me she felt my faerie style would suit a series of books she had in mind. This first book would eventually be called: Songs of the Trees.
As I read the story, the Oak seemed important to the narrative so I sat with some ideas then came up with this as a full working sketch, which I sent to Rosie~ she emailed me back almost instantly: had I seen her tree? She asked.
‘No’ I assured her, ‘I just imagined that her Oak looked like that…’
‘Well,’ she said, ‘its almost an exact copy of the tree that I sat under to write the Book.’
The Oak
Watercolour, wax resist and Pen and Ink (Limited Edition)
This was the cover illustration to the first Book I illustrated for the writer Rosie Andersen. In commissioning me she felt my faerie style would suit a series of books she had in mind. This first book would eventually be called: Songs of the Trees.
As I read the story, the Oak seemed important to the narrative so I sat with some ideas then came up with this as a full working sketch, which I sent to Rosie~ she emailed me back almost instantly: had I seen her tree? She asked.
‘No’ I assured her, ‘I just imagined that her Oak looked like that…’
‘Well,’ she said, ‘its almost an exact copy of the tree that I sat under to write the Book.’
The Oak
Watercolour, wax resist and Pen and Ink (Limited Edition)
This was the cover illustration to the first Book I illustrated for the writer Rosie Andersen. In commissioning me she felt my faerie style would suit a series of books she had in mind. This first book would eventually be called: Songs of the Trees.
As I read the story, the Oak seemed important to the narrative so I sat with some ideas then came up with this as a full working sketch, which I sent to Rosie~ she emailed me back almost instantly: had I seen her tree? She asked.
‘No’ I assured her, ‘I just imagined that her Oak looked like that…’
‘Well,’ she said, ‘its almost an exact copy of the tree that I sat under to write the Book.’