Where the Wild Things Are, by Maurice Sendak (1963), has always been my favorite picture book. I say this realizing that it is a bit of a cliché. But it is the first book I can remember that I truly loved and would re-visit throughout my life. In kindergarten, we were allowed at some point during the day to pick a book from the small, one bookcase library, to sit and read. Every day I chose the same one, unless someone beat me to it. But I don't recall that happening at all.
The illustrations are so beautiful and while I didn't I related to Max being punished, I don't recall that happening much either. I did and still do relate to the imagination he displays. It can take you from somewhere mundane, to someplace wild.
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good-bye panda.
Despite working digitally, I always start my drawings with a sketch. These can be loose or tight. Big...or on a post-it note. Recently, I doodled a little panda bear. I liked it enough to scan it, render it and add a bit of a dilemma. Hello illustration...good-bye panda.