In Sky Color, he captures the spirit of a young artist, Marisol. We've all known a Marisol or two... creative, passionate, artsy, quirky. Near the beginning of the book there's a line "She painted posters to share ideas she believed in." When I read that line, I was hooked... I knew I was going to love the rest of the book.
Marisol's class was planning to paint a mural in the library and she chose to paint the sky. Her only trouble... no blue paint. She pondered. And, when she watched the day turn into night, she made an amazing discovery. She had vision. She had insight. She thought outside the "sky." I won't tell you about her decision...
Suffice to say, I worry about the Marisol's in today's world. I worry that within the core of what others believe to be, well, standard, that the Marisols will stop searching for new ideas, new colors, new inspirations, new vision. I worry that what's at the very core of the artist's soul won't be nurtured, engaged, nudged... valued.
I love Sky Color. It reminds me of a story my sister (83-years-old) told me about coloring a Thanksgiving turkey in school when she was a little girl. Joy knew turkeys. While the other children colored their turkeys brown and black, Joy colored the tail feathers blue and red and yellow and orange. Joy's turkey had a body that was a blend of subtle blues, blacks, and greens. Her turkey's head was brilliant red... its eye a small white and black bead. As the teacher walked by, she leaned over and whispered, "Oh dear Joy, turkeys are brown!" Try as she might to explain her choice of color, Joy was shocked when the teacher put a large red X through her drawing, handed her a new paper and said, "Here honey, why don't you try again!" All these years later, Joy still remembers being asked to conform to a world she saw differently... more beautifully.
Joy is a Marisol. And, I'm so glad we have wonderful writers like Peter H. Reynolds to remind us that THEY need support as well... to their very core!
Thank you to Candlewick Press for the Advanced Copy