Lemniscaat Illustration Competition
I attended the annual World Wide Picture Book Illustration Competition.
The illustrations drawn for this project had to have a connection through a story.
I wrote this story (a poem) myself based on true events and locations throughout my travels through Ireland and Northern Ireland.
April 2018
The illustrations drawn for this project had to have a connection through a story.
I wrote this story (a poem) myself based on true events and locations throughout my travels through Ireland and Northern Ireland.
April 2018
Somewhere
Written by Paul van der Maarel
I travel through Ireland
All on my own.
With a big backpack
And a tent as my home.
I hitchhike around
To get to some place
It’s incredibly fun
To meet a strange face
First my thumb went in the sky
But people looked at me with a funny eye
Where I should go, it had to be clear
And all of a sudden I had an idea.
I walked to the store, the one that was close
I pointed and said ‘Please, give me one of those.
They gave me some cardboard in order to note
I want to go ‘Somewhere’, with a crayon I wrote.
After many a refusal
And an hour to stand
It turned out to be useful
One pulled over, that’s grand!
Written by Paul van der Maarel
I travel through Ireland
All on my own.
With a big backpack
And a tent as my home.
I hitchhike around
To get to some place
It’s incredibly fun
To meet a strange face
First my thumb went in the sky
But people looked at me with a funny eye
Where I should go, it had to be clear
And all of a sudden I had an idea.
I walked to the store, the one that was close
I pointed and said ‘Please, give me one of those.
They gave me some cardboard in order to note
I want to go ‘Somewhere’, with a crayon I wrote.
After many a refusal
And an hour to stand
It turned out to be useful
One pulled over, that’s grand!
I hitchhike around
To get to some town
It’s more than just fun
To go on till sundown
The car that stopped by
Was the fifty-fifth
A young couple with children
Said I could drive with
One willing to bring me
from A to we’ll see,
deserves a great story
even though some are wee.
I tell them of camping
Next to some old bridges
And when it’s not raining
being bitten by midges
To get to some town
It’s more than just fun
To go on till sundown
The car that stopped by
Was the fifty-fifth
A young couple with children
Said I could drive with
One willing to bring me
from A to we’ll see,
deserves a great story
even though some are wee.
I tell them of camping
Next to some old bridges
And when it’s not raining
being bitten by midges
I hitchhike around
To just get somewhere
It’s way too much fun
To be here and then there
Music and stories in a magical barn
1 car that brought me 600 miles far
A used to be hotel with elderly men
And a legends’ grave in a beautiful glen
Fiddle tunes at night in the pub
Pitching my tent next to a GAA club
Throwing used teabags out into the garden
Almost get busted by a local game warden
Drinking too many lukewarm stouts
Chasing and herding a herd of cows
Smoldering turf with a wonderful smell
And a festival where they storytell
To just get somewhere
It’s way too much fun
To be here and then there
Music and stories in a magical barn
1 car that brought me 600 miles far
A used to be hotel with elderly men
And a legends’ grave in a beautiful glen
Fiddle tunes at night in the pub
Pitching my tent next to a GAA club
Throwing used teabags out into the garden
Almost get busted by a local game warden
Drinking too many lukewarm stouts
Chasing and herding a herd of cows
Smoldering turf with a wonderful smell
And a festival where they storytell
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I hitchhike around
To get to ‘you choose’
It’s exciting and fun
There’s no better excuse
After many days hitching
And evenings pitching
It feels like my home
In which I can roam
The people I meet
The locations I see
The stories they told
Are the best to behold
And after the night
I pack up and I cite
‘Alright, you take care.
You can find me ‘Somewhere’’
To get to ‘you choose’
It’s exciting and fun
There’s no better excuse
After many days hitching
And evenings pitching
It feels like my home
In which I can roam
The people I meet
The locations I see
The stories they told
Are the best to behold
And after the night
I pack up and I cite
‘Alright, you take care.
You can find me ‘Somewhere’’
