Caldecott Medals Acceptance Got some flotsam? Yeah, Fve got some, Got some jetsam? ‘No, but Iean get some. ‘hen I was in the fourth grade, my teacher read a poem by (Ogden Nash to the class. I've never forgotien it, From that point on, the words flotsam and jetsam were part of ‘my vocabulary. They were funny-sound- ing and interesting In meaning. While flotsam technically refers specifically to maritime debris, I like the more col- |oguial definition referring to odds and | ends that can turn up anywhere—on the | beach, on Jand, even in your mind. Flotsam on @ cosmic scale—images, Speech 3 tes tnt owas soins tc Of Flotsam, Jetsam, and Another Caldecott David Wiesner David. Mesner i the weer oF mo BOT. Calcecott Hector Rotem publibed by. Clon Books hs ‘occeplonce seach Wes deleted at the Arua! Conferance of ho American. library Asociation Wioshiegon OC dune 24-2007. ‘time and space—appeals to me now. As a kid, though, I only knew the down- ‘to-earth kind. The most remarkable piece of florsam Fever found was buried in a brook that ran through the woods 5 “at one end of my neighborhood. The ‘woods seemed huge back then, but they were really just an undeveloped acre ofland. It was an exciting and mysteri F 0us place to play, and, despite repeated severe cases of poison ivy, I eouldi’t keep away, 4 One day when I was eight or nine years @ old, my friend Brian Wilbur and I were digging around in the brook, as we often did. We were probably trying to build a dam, one of our favorite activites. We were soaked: Suddenly, we saw som jo thing poking out of the mud under the water. appeared tobe a face. And aleg And they weren't human, [dug my hand into the mud and pulled VW the object out—it was very heavy—and rinsed it off in the flowing water, It was a black metal figure of a bull, about six inches long. Atone time it hed had ivory horns, but they had been broken off and only stumps remained. Its posture was ‘wonderfully contorted, with the head lowered and twisting to look up. The face ‘was an intense grimace, and the features and musculature were rendered in min- ute detail, We were stunned. This wasnt a toy. It \was a grown-up thing, How could ithave 12 i & e } gotten here, in our brook, in our woods? Twas fascinated by the idea that this }3 object had a whole unknown history. 'm sure that my imaginings were far more exotic than reality—but who knows? XC € ye Yr kept that bull on my draving table for year right up unt 1983, when the apartment buldng my wife, Kin, and Tere living in burned doven and! took everything we owned witht Fortuna, wwe didn ave much a the tine. There were a few very hard losses, ike Kimis \Gcello and my college sketchbooks. But in the days afer the ire as | mentally went over the contents of the apartment, I an cecal the pang Tet when I realized thatthe ball was gone was ike losing alte piece of my childhood. It [After «Jong time, my friend Brian and 1 got together. We hadnt seen each other for at least twenty years, but it took him less than five minutes to ask, “Do you sill have that bull we found in the brooke" I was amazed! He hadnt seen this thing since he was a kid and yet it was sil lodged in his mind as fly as | ‘had been in mine. Irwas maybe even ‘more remarkable because he hadnt set eyes on the object in nearly thirty years, since Twas the one who kept the bull after we found it. How did that come about? Well, its funny, but my memory ge's litle hazy about this part of the ‘story. There seemed to be some dispute lover who really discovered i. Let's just say that atthe time Iwas year older and alot bigger than he was q Anyway, Brian proposed that since had had ital tet ine, maybehe ould have aun keeping i. Which would have been a great ending to thi story, except that had to tell him about the fe. We ‘were both prety bummed abou losing the ball, but we liked the Idea that It as out there somewhere, Maybe it had fallen off the dumpster as the building debris was belng carted wa. Maybe it was poking trough the ground in Jaf tat as being developed, And maybe, hopefully another Kd found it. QU As a story ido, a Kd stumbling across something extaordinary, eomeihing tt sectts fo reveal, had been foating ttound my rind for some tie wen { started working on this book. | am not SumexPall 2007 Cibo nd ibrasoeconsciously aware that my childhood flotsam story played a part in this, but I think it had to have been some kind of motivation. Visually, though, this story about finding something has always taken place on the beach. Or, as we say ZB in New Jersey, down the shore. From before | was born until I was four- teen, my family spent the last two weeks of August on Long Beach Island, New Jersey. Squeezed into the back of our station wagon, I always felt that the tip there took days. Crossing the causeway to getto the sland 2p as like arriving in another world. When we gotto the house, I would immediately (25 _ran down to the beach, Coming up over ‘he rest of the sand dune and experienc- ing the sight and smell and sound of he ocean was always overwhelming to my senses, The island seemed to me lke an enchantéd land. Tt was a shock to leat that people actually lived there yeat- round, I saw evidence of that enchant- ment in the permanent residents from whom we rented a house—the Segals & ‘As a kid, I thought, Wow, they live at the beach and theyre named the Seagulls! 26 Sometimes the ocean water would col- lect in a tide pool high up on the beach. One day I saw @ group of people gath- ered around, pointing at something. 1 approached and saw a fish tapped in the pool, Actually, I wasntt really sure if it was Aish at al was yellow with back spots. Te was blown op round, like a balloon. t ‘was covered with spikes, I had beak It Jooked like an alien It elcted from me the simultaneous reactions of “Eww!” and “Coool! And then [realized tha this thing this puffer fish, had been out there 6 In the water where I had just been swim: ‘NV ming, So, there might be more of them, And there might be... wel, who knew what else might be out there? & After Lwon a second Caldecott, for The ‘Three Pigs, people kept saying such help- ful things as, “Gee, how are you going to top that?” Hmm. I hada‘t been think: ing about topping anything. Maybe, T thought, it would be a good idea to step ‘out of the limelight for a bit. I began to think that I should do a smaller-scaled, quieter book. And, for a change of pace, one with a text. My previous two books SanamarPll 207+ Chideo and iatee were forty-eight and forty pages and had taken ages to complete. [was deter- mined not to go over thirty-two pages this time, and I wasnt going to et three orfour years go by between books again. So, five years later, T came out with « wordless, forty-page book 39, : "The creative process can be such « pain Ji the feck TS not lke T didnt really ‘ry to make that quieter thiny-two-page book with a text. I was concurrently working on three different story ideas. ‘The first, which is the one my contract was for, was about alions Janding in a backyard. It had a great beginning, but nothing as good to follow it.The second ‘dea was about fish living in a house. i had lots and lots of great imagery, but no plot to speak of The third idea was Flotsam. I know from the start that Flotsam would Be Whe tlle 3) of whatever my kid-on-the-beach story 3 turned out to be, At first I bad no fea ‘what the kid would find, I started by making it a small crystalline sphere. How this object would reveal any hidden secrets, [had no idea. It was really just a placeholder unti I figured out what that ‘object actually wes. 33 nits first incarnation, the story spanned from the dawn of time to the present, It then developed two parallel story lines with two different, tightly format- ted design layouts that would merge at the end—a visual device that I really liked. Eventually, I decided that a camera gould be a great way to show the secrets ‘beneath the waves. In one version it was a tatking camera, | then introduced a text. My main character was a gil For a time the story was about sibling rivalry. For a long time the story focused + Cala Meal dae See too closely on the journey the camera made. At some point my main character became a boy. All the elements of a story seemed to bbe scattered throughout the many book ‘dummies that I had made, but [hadn't yethad the*Aha” moment. Thestory was pushing in new directions, but I was stil clinging to a strict design template that wouldnt let the pictures evolve as well, realized that I had to put aside all my preconceptions and start over. This time should just tell the kid’ story. The pictures flowed out, the text disap- peated, and the parallel stories became one, ¥ [As Twas working my way through the fantastical undersea photos that the camera would reveal, the final piece of the story fell into place. The camera had shown octopi reading in a makeshift living room, sea turtles with cities on their backs, a puller fish hot-air balloon, starfish islands, and aliens on vacation, Tneeded one more extraordinary photo, and suddenly, surprisingly, I saw ian image of another kid looking directly out at the viewer, And that kid in the photo ‘was holding a photo of another kid, who ‘was holding a photo of another kid, who ‘was holding a photo of another kid, back through all the kids who had had the camera before, finally reaching the child who had started ital Aha! At last, this was what my charae- ‘er was meant to find on the beach— another kid. That connection was what 1 iad wanted to achieve all along, 34 Relinquishing my original, tightly strue- tured, parallel page designs allowed a single, more organic design to develop. Despite my intention to stick to thirty two pages, [found that I really needed more room to give the book a greater visual variety. At thirty-two pages, the book would have had too many dense ‘ultipancled pages. Forty pages let me 38 alternate these multipaneled pages with single full-page images and double-page spreads to give a visually interesting thythm to the flow of the pictures. The ye scans the multipanel page quickly ‘The detall-rich double-page spread Is @ place were the eye can lingerand spendColeen Wedel Arete eect 3qq time slowly exploring. Especially in a wordless book, this kind of visual variety makes for a far more exciting reading experience. T draw and revise compulsively until each composition is exactly as it will appear in the final painting. The one place 1 don't plan ahead is in the color palette, Not until T begin to paint the first piece of book do [truly know what the color concept for that book will be. Tuesday was about intense nighttime blues and indigos. The Three Pigs was all about white space. ‘With Flotsam, the frst piece I painted vas the first double-page spread of the boy on the beach looking through the magnifying glass. Its a clear, sunny day. His beachcombing equipment, much of which is made out of primary-col of the book that T eventually produced, Tt would be nice if the path were always straightforward, but, in the end, I simply ‘ust that if focus on the process, some- thing valuable will result There aze mbt people who help me achieve that reult They are the sane people [ have mentioned. previously, then Thave addressed tis gehering 1 Bee that. ike that lot Dinah Stevenson, Carol Goldenberg, and Donna McCarthy ate, respectively, my editor, art director, and director of production. Those titles superficially ‘describe our relationship. They are, wuly, my collaborators. Dinah Stevenson had great patience and great wisdom throughout the Flotsara sage. Her input during my creative Not until I begin to paint the first piece of a book do I truly know what the color concept for that book will be. ‘red plastic, surrounds him. He is lying fon a patterned beach towel. Uh-oh, I thought, this book is going to be about bright colors, {ve spent most of my life running away from bright colors, but there was no escape, $0 I dove into the bathing suits, ‘T-shirts, buckets, shovels, and beach towels. The culmination of this caval- cade of color was the decision to fil the ‘cover of the book with a close-up of ared snapper. There is more cadmium red in that one painting than in all the other art Thave ever produced. Deliberately leaving part of the process open to spontaneity can be scary But to ‘x Sfow as an artist, Mave to be willing to move into unfaliaeteritoy. is there that Team new things and keep my ce- Xative process fom becoming routine. Itcan also getscary when oneideadoesntt ‘work out, and then another doesn't, and (ume drags on, Panic can set in, But I've PF been through this before. Only two of my contracts have on them the name u meandering was thoughtful and sub- tly delivered—particularly during the cheese incident. At one point in the pro- ‘cess Ihad the idea of making the camera talk. The Chatti-cam, as I called it, would say, “Cheese!” Not, "Say cheese!"—I thought just “Cheese” would be funnier. fanny, in fact, that I decided 1 should retitle the book Cheese. While her words argued politely, yet firmly, against this, her eyes were saying, “Not in a million years!” Thank you for that, Dinah, Incredibly, Carol Goldenberg is even And, once again, to everyone at Clarion Books, especially Marjorie Naughton and Joann Hill, thank you for all you do for me. For the past twenty-eight years, Dilys [Evans has been my agent. Again, that is term that only superficially describes our relationship. Throughout our many adventures together, she has been first and foremost my good friend. When Iwas growing up, artistic insecu- rity never had a chance to take hold at home, My mother and my father and my sisters and my brother always supported and encouraged my art, unconditionally. twas wonderful environmentin whieh 5j to create Likewise, where I work now is Ail ould ever as for Thavea studio at hhome with my family around me. Kim, 5 Kevin, and Jaime are the audionce I want to please most. Tis is the best environ- ment in which to create. One of the tap ten questions that kids ask is, “Which one of your books is your favorite?” They really seem to want me to pickone, but I can't, Each of my books hhas been a distinct creative experience, with its own struggles and insights, Bach is unique to me. When the phone rang that Monday ‘morning in January, [looked atthe caller ID, saw “Washington State Convention Center" andthought,“No way” Butwhen T picked up the phone, Janice Del Negro informed me that, indeed, way. Ieis hard to describe my reactions, Elation over the fact that Flotsam had been chosen for the Caldecott collided with the aver- ‘whelming realization that | was recelving the award for a third time. Three times is a lot to absorb, and I'm still working on smore compulsive than . Who knew sln- Fit. For now, !am enjoying the recognition ple black lines around pictures could lead to so many sleepless nights? Putting Flotsam together was exciting and chal- ing, and we continually found solu- tions that added even more to the book. All this work might be wasted ifthe book ‘were not printed with such attentive. rnoss and skill I never lose sleep over this, knowing that Donna McCarthy is overseeing the production of my books. Her care and meticulousness are a joy to behold, ig that Flotsam is recelving. To be singled ut by fifteen people who have devoted aan entire year to the jury processisa very special thing. Thank you, Janice, and all the members of the 2007 Caldecott com: mittee, for this ineredible honor. ‘What will I say when people ask me, “How are you going to top this?” Well, 'm thinking about a smaller, quieter book, But you never know. thank you. & Summer 2007 Chico nd ses