• US$1260

• 38 Designs

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Illustration-Design Kurzbeschreibung

Note: I just increased budget because I realized its 24 illustrations and not 22. I don't plan to raise budget again. Thanks so much for participating.
I need 24 beautiful anime or cutting edge illustrations (color/grayscale) for book soon to be published. Leaning on anime designs but does not have to be that look. Don't want cartoony. It's a contemporay middle grade (ages 9-12) book that covers real issues but in a light and sometimes humorous way. I included book illustration list and accompanied scenes, swimming pics, examples of other cool illustrations, my current book covers (hard, soft cover...please model after hardcover design...hummingbird and swimmer).

My book Flexible Wings is about an eleven-year-old girl who is dealing with fears of loosing her Mom to military deployment while she struggles to adjust to a new town and find her own courage and confidence on her new town's swim team.

Selection will be based on at least one submission (but two illustrations preferred) of inside illustration designs from provided book summary and illustration list. Once designer is selected than they will need to complete all 24 illustrations before release of guaranteed funds. Keep in mind some illustrations are very simple.

The final 24 designs have to be completed within a two weeks from selection. Book is 5.5 x 8.5 or 6x9 so images need to fit into that framework.

Illustration 1: Side by side images of character's Mom as a navy pilot (maybe flying inside), american flags, scared pirates below on a boat, versus her Officer Mom behind a desk or teaching a group of soldiers. Mom is a fit, (brown skin) African American woman with her dark hair pooled back in a tight bun.
Scene
Another guy who looks more like a couch potato than a professional mover somehow hears me and pops out from behind a pile of furniture, laughing. “She’s a tough little cookie,” he says, nodding toward me. “I bet you’ll grow up to be just like your mom, flying jets all over the world, killing pirates and stuff, kicking some serious terrorist butt.”
My face gets hot. What is he talking about? Mom spends most of her time behind a desk these days, recruiting officers!

Illustration 2: A sign that says, "Welcome to Valencia" using AR Hermann font or something similar.

Illustration 3: A picture of the main character Summer Stevenson (she is light brown skin, eleven-year-old girl of mixed race [Japanese and African American] with a head full of long tiny individual braids [make them look almost like regular flowing hair but also like braids]). Please make sure her eyes are expressive and almond shaped (large) See scene below.

Scene
Lifting my legs, I let myself dangle back and forth. Everything is different here, even the weather. The air is so dry and desert-like that I’ll probably have to wear a gallon of sunscreen and lotion every day. But I’m glad it won’t be cloudy and damp all the time, like in Berkeley. A roly-poly crawls underneath my sandals. They’re one of my favorite bugs. When I was younger, I’d make little roly-poly towns with shoeboxes.

I kneel down to pick it up. At first, it remains still in my hand; then it slowly moves in a circular motion. I poke it a little with my finger, and it rolls up into a ball to protect itself. Suddenly, I hear a loud whizzing sound past my ear. A bee! I squeal and hop off the swing. I look around quickly to see a hummingbird fearlessly hovering in front of me. It stares at me. I smile and stare right back.

Illustration 4: Summer, the character in pink nightgown (make it look current) on the yellow school bus, hair and nightgown is flying around. She looks terried her eyes are almond shaped, she has long curly lashes, dark eyes.
Scene
"Wake up, wake up,” I scream, realizing that I’m trapped inside my own nightmare. It’s always the same dream and, no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to keep it from coming back. I have it every time our family moves or one of my parents is deployed: Mom, wearing her military fatigues, stands in front of me. We’re inside a yellow school bus, driving through the desert, and all the windows are open. I’m wearing the pink nightgown that I loved as a five-year-old, and the wind whips it wildly around my legs. Mom holds my hand and looks down at me with a reassuring smile.
Dozens of helicopters hover above, their rigid propellers making that do-do-do-do-do sound. The bus doors fling open, and a hot blast of wind blows sand into my face.
I am terrified.
Mom gets off the bus before me. Just as I’m about to step off, the doors slam shut and the windows close, leaving me alone as the bus churns through the desert sand. I bang on the doors and windows, screaming for the bus to stop, but it doesn’t. I can’t see the bus driver’s face; all I see is Mom in the distance, leading a brigade of soldiers off into the desert, somewhere in Afghanistan or Iraq. Bombs are exploding—boom, boom, boom—all around me, and suddenly eight-legged, human-like monsters fall from the sky.

Illustration 5: The following two passages on what looks like note pad paper with an Eiffel Tower water mark behind it.
Please note second passage starts at Fact 1.
The passages need to be small enough to fit within a 5.5 x 8.5 sized book. Meaning small enough that it doesn’t take up the entire page book not too small that you can’t read it. The word "brat" is crossed out (you can still see the word.) The misspelled word "concider" should also be crossed out.

Dear Mom,
I am writing to ask you if you can take me back to Berkeley to visit Esperanza. I really miss her. She probably misses me, too, but doesn’t like to read write. I don’t have any friends here because they’re a bunch of spoiled brats kids who don’t want to be friends with me. Anyway, maybe if I visit Esperanza, I’ll be happier and won’t care if I make friends here or not. Before you make your decision, there are a few facts you should concider consider below.

Fact 1: adult neighbors are nice here because they bring us gifts, like cookies and cupcakes, but their KIDS are mean and rotten. Maybe it’s all that sugar their parents are giving them.

Conclusion: Obviously, I can’t be friends with rotten kids.

Second passage.
Fact 1: I don’t have any friends here.

Fact 2: I miss my best friend because I haven’t been able to talk to her or see her, which makes me sad and bored.

Fact 3: I’ve seen at least five girls my age in this neighborhood, but none of them EVER wave to say “hi” and it’s been two weeks already!

Fact 4: Every time I go outside to pretend I’m fixing my broken scooter, they act like I don’t even exist.

Fact 5: You still have time off from the military.

Conclusion: If you drive me to Berkeley, I’ll be happier, which might help me make new friends.

Illustration 6: Two girls on scooters riding toward main character. See scene below for further details. The taller girl has big eyes. The shorter girl should have a mean face give her almost mean Chihuahua like features (but not too mean because character doesn’t know yet that she is mean. The homes are two story homes in the neighborhood, plain but lots of nice manicured lawns. A close up shot would also be okay to cut down work.

Scene
I yank out the sparkling tassels from the handlebars of my pink bike. It’s so small that when I sit on it, my knees bump against the handlebars. I was eight years old and maybe four-and-a-half feet tall when I got this bike. At the time, it was too big, but I was so happy to have it because it was the first thing Dad gave me when he came home from Afghanistan.
Now, I’m almost five feet and two inches tall, so I adjust the seat to its highest position, but that only helps a little. I put on my helmet and pedal down to the end of my street, where I can either go uphill to the right or down to the left. I go down. It’s a little steep, but it’s kind of cool how fast I can glide without even pedaling. The breeze whooshes past my ears, and my braids flap against my back.
Toward the bottom, I turn the corner and see a couple of kids on electric scooters heading my way. I’ve already practiced my “reaching out” speech in the mirror, so I think I’m more than prepared. One kid is super tall with reddish-brown hair, she’s maybe thirteen or fourteen. The other’s maybe eight or nine. Her short brown hair pokes out from a baseball cap pulled low over her face. For a second, I wonder if she’s a boy, but then I see “Girls Rule” across her t-shirt.
I hold my breath and squeeze the rubber grips on my handlebars. My smile surprises me. It feels shaky as I take a hand off the handlebars to wave.
“Hi! Nice scooters,” I shout.
They don’t say a word. Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom. The scooters rush toward me. Maybe they didn’t hear me.
My heart beats fast, like I’m on a roller coaster. I turn up my volume and say, “Hi, I’m Summer. I, um, live up the hill on Linden.”
Already, my speech is not coming out the way I practiced. First of all, I said “Um,” and, second, I doubt they care that I live on Linden Avenue. As the taller girl passes me, she rolls her sea-green animé eyes at me as if to say, How embarrassing. I don’t give up; I pedal toward the shorter girl. “My name’s—”
She cuts me off. “Nice bike.” She stares directly into my eyes and smirks mischievously.
Suddenly, I feel a quick jerk, and my bike veers off the sidewalk and smacks into a mailbox painted with the words “Home of Hugs and Kisses.” I topple onto the grass. It’s wet and smells like the cows we drove past on the day we moved here.
I look up at the girls, who have stopped on their scooters. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that the smaller one clipped my bike on purpose.
They start heading back toward me. Checking on me? I exhale with relief. Then I see their faces, which tell a different story.
The short girl approaches, staring at me like an angry Chihuahua. “We don’t care where you live.” Her voice is surprisingly deep and raspy.
I quickly hop back onto my bike, ride around the corner, and struggle to get back up the hill, holding back a sob. I have to tell Mom what happened. It was her fault in the first place for making me reach out to brats. She’ll probably make a big deal about it. Thanks a lot, Mom! I’ll never reach out to anyone again!

Illustration 7: Turquoise and gold banners that say “Grandwater Stingrays” hang above the pool.

Illustration 8: A coyote on a boulder with a dried up lake in the background, lots of bushes. See scene below. Dad is a tall guy (6'4) in long military shorts and a t-shirt. Pretty muscular. Mom as mentioned before wears her hair in tight bun. Emiko is has hazel eyes (big but you can tell she is mixed with Asian), wild long spiral curls, She is 5 years old half the height of Summer who is 5'2.
Scene
Emiko is very quiet, for once. Dad pats Emiko on the head and begins telling Mom about his conversation with Baachan. He’s interrupted by some crackling bushes in the river basin to our left, which actually looks more like the Mojave Desert—because there’s literally no water.
We all stop in our tracks.
A large coyote stands on a boulder nestled between two giant bushes. Dad’s instincts kick in. He gently pushes Emiko behind him with one hand and puts his other hand in front of Mom and me, as if stopping traffic. The coyote turns to look at us. It doesn’t even blink. It just stands there, watching.

Illustration 9: Mom in navy white uniform giving main character a hummingbird necklace in a box. Close up shot. See scene.

Scene
Mom strokes my freshly braided hair. “Now, I know you’ve been fascinated with hummingbirds since we moved here, so I bought you a little something.” She grabs a small blue box from her dresser and hands it to me.

As I lift the top off, she says, “This one doesn’t look like the hummingbirds that are native to this area, but I picked it because it has more of your favorite colors in it.”
A hummingbird pendant lays flat against the velvet board inside. It’s gold with a blue rhinestone on its tummy. I pull it from its holder. “Mom, it’s beautiful.”

Illustration 10: A boy and his friends building a roller coaster. Make it look like large legos. See below for more details.
Scene
I picture Dad as a little boy with a black, curly afro with his snot-nosed friends perched on the roller coaster rails, way above my head, putting it together like a massive Lego set. Suddenly, I panic. What if the roller coaster breaks and we’re stuck at the top, upside-down? What if I fall out and die?

Ilustration 11: A green hummingbird (Anna's Hummingbird) being watched by main character through a window. See below.
Scene
I glance out the back window at the hummingbirds whizzing around our backyard, searching for nectar. Their feathers glisten green, purple, yellow, and gray in the sunlight. It reminds me of a TV special I saw where a scientist said that hummingbirds are one of the best athletes in the animal kingdom. The show said that when ruby-throated hummingbirds fly south for the winter, they can go up to five hundred miles without stopping. I think of Mom and rub my hummingbird necklace. She would want me to keep going.
“It gets easier, I promise.” Coach Ryan is looking at me now. “And I think this will help keep your mind off your mum’s deployment.”
“What do you think, sweetheart?” Dad asks.
I’m still watching one tiny green hummingbird that flies right past the window. Its wings flutter so fast, I can hardly see them. But even at that rate, how does something so little travel so far? I also think of how it made me feel to let Dad down, and, more importantly, how I let myself down at Magic Mountain. I should have at least tried one ride, but instead I let my fear stop me. If hummingbirds can be so brave, I guess I can stay on the swim team.
“I guess I can try.”

Illustration 12: Kids in a pool playing Marco Polo, six kids total, Main character white goggles no cap, a caucasion girl with gold cap rainbow goggles, skinny caucasian boy with big ears and short spiky hair goggles, chubby African American boy with short afro mohauk, Hispanic girl with cap, dark Hispanic boy with wet curly hair with goggles.

Scene
We fan out.
“Polo!” Madison, Hiram, Diego, Zoe, and I scream, then swim away from him.
Diego is just an arm’s length away from Jordan.
“Marco!”
“Polo!” Diego shouts quickly, as he leaps up and swims away.
Jordan thrashes like a shark and dashes after him, but Diego swims beyond his reach. Jordan barely misses him.
Jordan yells out again.
“Polo!” I shout, and try to get away. But instead, I flounder, and the water pulls me down. I take in a mouthful of water, choking a little.
Jordan and his big ears catch me. “Dude! I knew I would get you! Good luck trying to catch me,” he laughs, swimming away as if he’s part of the US Olympic 100-meter team.
“Dang it,” I yell as I laugh too. I’m beaming, despite having just been caught.

Illustration 13: Mom in a white t-shirt, she is inside a laptop.

Scene
Mom sits up even straighter than before, inching closer to the video camera until her head takes up almost the entire screen. A book-covered shelf and the American flag peek out from behind her. It all looks so formal and doesn’t match her casual white t-shirt.

Illustration 14: Middle-age guy, Caucasian DJ mixing music, see below
Scene
The crowd is louder now; the coffee, sports drinks, and energy bars I’ve seen people eating must be working. People hug each other, and I hear snippets of conversations about last year’s swim meets. In the background, a short guy wearing black headphones starts playing “Under the Sea” from The Little Mermaid. I roll my eyes. Little Mermaid, really? I thought Madison said the DJ was good. With a name like “Papa Beats,” though, I guess I shouldn’t have expected much.

Illustration 15: Main character is adjusting her gold cap goggles over her cap. A tall girl, 5'6 (this is one of the rude girls from an earlier scene) is standing next to Summer waiting to start swimming. Barracuda opponent in red bathing suit and black cap. black over-exaggerated, cartoonish looking barracuda fish on the front of her swim suit. Summer's swim suit is light blue with an image of a spotted stingray. They are both in front of swimming lanes. With people in folding chairs ready to time them. See scene below.

Scene
One of the Barracuda girls catches me looking her way and rolls her eyes. She looks familiar, but I can’t place her. She wiggles her head like a bobble doll with an attitude. “What happened to your cap, girlfriend?” she asks sarcastically.
My throat tightens. Every time we move to a new city there’s always some girl who calls me “girlfriend.” And I don’t like it.
She pretends to cut some imaginary hair. “Maybe you should cut your dreadlocks so your cap will fit.”
I glance at the judges, but they’re trying to figure out why the race hasn’t started.
Trying to hide my irritation, I say, “They’re not dreadlocks.” I look her square in the eyes. “They’re braids.”
“Whatever. They’re ugly, and I bet they smell bad too.” she says, folding her arms.
“What does it matter to you?”
“Your dreadlocks are distracting,” she says.
I glare at her. I’m getting angry. Her rude remark reminds me of Chase, which makes me want to punch her in the face. Then the official gets on the microphone.

Illustration 16: Two Alaskan huskies sitting looking up at character.
Scene
Hugs’ coat is black and white, with a little tan color. She has clear, turquoise eyes that are almost human. She seems to be actually smiling at me. Kisses is brown and white and has amber eyes that remind me of Mom’s.

Illustration 17: Main character and her friend in Summer's backyard. Friend on a wooden swing hanging from a large willow tree. Summer sitting on the grass reading a book. Close up. Shot. Friend is Caucasian with short hair blonde hair with pink highlights. A bunch of hummingbirds flying around. Different color variations.
Scene
We take turns sitting on the wooden swing.
“Watch how high I can go,” Madison says, pushing her feet forward and flinging her head backward.
Illustration 18: A pool party in a large Olympic-size pool with coaches, kids. See below.
Scene
Our coaches run out from everywhere—the clubhouse, the bathrooms, and the main office—wearing their bathing suits and swim trunks and holding beach balls. They chant in unison:
Ain’t no party like a Stingray party
Whoosh, Whoosh, Whoosh,
Ain’t no party like a Stingray party
Whoosh, Whoosh, Whoosh!
The coaches scream and cannonball into the pool. We all jump in after them, screaming and cheering.

Illustration 19: Raffle ticket with a Stingray on it.

Illustration 20: A thin (in shape) old japanese woman in a Michael Jackson curly wig in Michael Jackon custom with a hand full of Mom’s in mask (see below).

Scene
They’re in turquoise tank tops with the words “Stingray Moms Forever” printed across the front. Their faces are covered with zombie masks, and their hair is wild.
That’s when Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” starts, and they slowly raise their hands in the air. A short Michael Jackson lookalike, dressed in a red-and-black zippered jacket, pushes through the line. Everyone starts screaming like crazy, and then I realize who they’re screaming at Baachan?

Illustration 21: Main character is shouting for her teammate in a light blue bathing suit with large stingray in front. She has her gold cap on…she leaning into the pool cheering…her goggles are a little above her forehead on cap. Other kids maybe faded screaming too. See below.

Scene
I can’t hold back my excitement as I see that she’s leading Brooke by a leg. They’re halfway across the pool. Then Brooke starts kicking fast and wild, catching up and even edging slightly past Zoe. Brooke gets to the other side of the pool first and turns before Zoe, but Zoe glides underwater like a bullet on her back for what seems like 15 seconds, passing Brooke, and giving our team the lead once again.
I scream my head off. I turn to Hiram and our teammates. “Did you see that?!”

Illustration 22: Main character and her teammates hug each other and scream. They are in bathing suits and caps. Make some girls lighter and darker. Some taller and shorter. Some a little skinny and a little chubbier. There is one boy the chubby African American boy with the Mohawk. Three girls and one boy.

Scene
I can’t hold back my excitement as I see that she’s leading Brooke by a leg. They’re halfway across the pool. Then Brooke starts kicking fast and wild, catching up and even edging slightly past Zoe. Brooke gets to the other side of the pool first and turns before Zoe, but Zoe glides underwater like a bullet on her back for what seems like 15 seconds, passing Brooke, and giving our team the lead once again.
I scream my head off. I turn to Hiram and our teammates. “Did you see that?!”

Illustration 23: Swim tropy (a girl looking as though their diving into water)

Illustration 24: Main character and Mom on (new, bigger) bike ride. Show wide walking/biking trails lots of trees. Show them heading toward a bridge.

Scene
I watch white cranes fly, flexing and stretching out their wings as they pass by me.
Ducks waddle, waddle, and splash.
Mom is at now at my side. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a few days about something.”
Mom stops pedaling and glides down the slope. She looks straight ahead. “I know it was tough for you to leave Berkeley. The original plan was for us to move to this area so that Dad and I could both get new jobs as engineers in Southern California. But, as you know, things didn’t quite turn out as planned.”

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Anforderungen

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• Beautiful designs artistic and approachable. Kids should immediately connect and relate to images.
• Note: I have added pics of a couple of celebrities to help illustrators get a sense of what I imagine Summer, my character to look like. There is a pic of Kimora Simmons when she was younger as a model and there is a pic of an actor that also sort of looks like my character (except she is not Asian and African American) Please blend both concepts when trying to visually bring Summmr to lif. There is also an old cover design with a girl that is Japanese and African America. Use all as inspiration in your designs. I have also included pics of the community etc.
• Image 3038 is close to the illustration look I'm after its anime but also a little realistic.

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• Cutting-edge designs

Sollte nicht haben

• Toddler 'picture book' like images.

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