Illustrations made for Katha Publications' series of English textbooks for classes 1 - 8. This is a set of illustrations for the poem 'Sounds of the evening' by Eleanor Farjeon. I love making children illustrations as it allows me to connect with my childhood experiences and the inner child in me. For this poem I tried to bring in the retro children book illustration styles which I grew up reading.
The sounds in the evening go all through the house,
The click of the clock and the pick of the mouse,
The footsteps of people upon the top floor,
The skirt of my mother, that brushes past the door.
The click of the clock and the pick of the mouse,
The footsteps of people upon the top floor,
The skirt of my mother, that brushes past the door.
The crick of the boards and the creak of the chairs,
The fluttering murmurs outside on the stairs,
The ring of the bell and the arrival of guests,
The laugh of my father at one of his jests.
The clashing of dishes as dinner goes in,
The babble of voices that distance makes thin,
The mewing of cats that seems just by my ear,
The hooting of owls that can never seem near.
The fluttering murmurs outside on the stairs,
The ring of the bell and the arrival of guests,
The laugh of my father at one of his jests.
The clashing of dishes as dinner goes in,
The babble of voices that distance makes thin,
The mewing of cats that seems just by my ear,
The hooting of owls that can never seem near.
The queer little noises that no one explains,
Till the moon through the slats of my window blind rains,
And the world of my eyes and my ears melts like steam,
As I find in my pillow the world of my dream.
Till the moon through the slats of my window blind rains,
And the world of my eyes and my ears melts like steam,
As I find in my pillow the world of my dream.
