Not being a kid (or parent) I wasn’t sure what an exhibit on children’s books might hold for me. But I remember the cozy, lush, saturated worlds of my favorite childhood books. And it turns out that’s plenty of prerequisite for Once Upon a Book, the current exhibition at San Francisco Center for the Book.
If you’ve ever thought that the topsy-turvy worlds portrayed in children’s books appear in full bloom in their creator’s head, this show sets the record straight by showing the lively, tangled work of teasing them out of their creator’s imagination.
There are notes scribbled in the margins of manuscripts, doodles, page layouts, type that’s been cut out and arranged on the page by the artists. There are small sketchbooks, research photos, different versions of illustrations with shifts in perspective, background, scale. In ink, gouache, snipped paper, pencil, and watercolor.
Remy Charlip, one of the six illustrators featured in the show, puts it this way: “A thrilling picture book not only makes beautiful single images or sequential images, but also allows us to become aware of a book’s unique physical structure, by bringing out attention, once again, to that momentous moment: the turning of the page.”
When leaving the exhibit, I saw for the first time the published books from each illustrator, and I almost didn’t want to look. I was so suspended in the intimate, finely articulated creative process of each of these artists that I didn’t want to see the mass-produced versions.