Three Mentors

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Peter Sís holding his Hans Christian Andersen medal. Photo by Milada Fiserova.

I was illustrating before I knew what illustrating means. And I knew Hans Christian Andersen stories before I knew who he was.

I was always drawing because I was a child growing up in the age before television, computers, and iPhones. I did not know anything about the size of my country or the politics of the time. I was told stories and fairy tales by my grandparents, parents, and other relatives. It all became one wonderful story really: “The Magic Tinderbox,” my grandfather’s trip to America, and my father’s adventures in Tibet. It was not until much later that I found out my grandfather had designed railways in America, my father really traveled to Tibet, and the haunting fairy tales I loved were written by Hans Christian Andersen, the Brothers Grimm, Karel Jaromír Erben, Božena Němcová, and many others.

My mother, an artist, was always making sure I had paper and pencils. And I drew pictures as early as I can remember and on every surface possible — newspapers, walls, light switches, chairs, and even the door of our fridge.

It was time to grow up and go to school, and my drawing came in handy. Fellow students liked me because of my funny drawings of them, but the teachers were less impressed (especially in the science classes). So it was determined, as was the custom then, that at age fifteen I would be a student at the art school.

At the Middle School of Applied Arts, I was supposed to be painting realistic flowers and fruit while I was instead drawing pictures of the Beatles and their Yellow Submarine. I did not fit the expectations of the serious artist at that time. I had doubts about my future until Jiří Trnka picked up my portfolio when selecting five students for his new class at the Academy of Applied Arts in the spring of 1968. Now this was special! Jiří Trnka, the most amazing artist, illustrator, and filmmaker, would be my mentor! And freedom was in the air! Prague, spring 1968, was the best time of my life. We could play rock music and stage avant-garde theater, grow long hair, draw Beatles, and travel outside the country.

It all came to a crashing end in August while I was visiting Denmark, of all places. While many of my generation were trying to get out of Czechoslovakia, I was trying to return home to Prague. Jiří Trnka was awarded the Hans Christian Andersen Medal in 1968, but could not get to the IBBY congress in Switzerland that year because of politics and tanks in the streets of Prague. He died in 1969 at the young age of fifty-nine, some say because of sadness about what happened to Czechoslovakia. Still, I had a year to learn from him. I wanted to make films like him. He wanted me to be an illustrator. “Too many producers telling you what to do in film,” he warned me. “To be a good illustrator you must be a true artist — and that is hard — and it can get very lonely sometimes.”

But I was making films, and they could take me places. Filmmaking gave me the chance to attend the Royal College of Art in London where Quentin Blake, yet another Hans Christian Andersen Award laureate (2002), tutored me in the department of illustration. I remember I asked him what color to use as the background for the picture I was working on, and he said something very different from what I would hear in the Central European tradition: “Just think what is the color you want — deep down you know — you are just asking me because you want to be sure.”

Still, I was no illustrator, even though I had done pictures for a book here and there. An animated film I made won the Golden Bear Award at the West Berlin Film Festival, and Hollywood and the world of film were calling. I was sent to America in 1982 to make an animated short for the summer Olympic Games. First it was all great — palm trees and swimming pools — and then it did not go so well, because the Soviet Union and Eastern Bloc countries decided to boycott the Olympics. I was ordered to go back. What to do? I stayed to finish the film. But there was no use for it in the end! So here I was, out of a job, out of my country, when, just like in a good fairy tale, a third Hans Christian Andersen Award for Illustration recipient comes to the rescue. Maurice Sendak, upon seeing my work, agrees to introduce me to the publishing world! He asked: “So — you want to be an illustrator? Are you sure?” / Oh I was sure–I was desperate… / He continued: “It is not just for your glory as an artist. You are responsible to the children. You have to be truthful and remember what you wished for when you were growing up.”

You can follow your dream…but follow the dream of every child as much as you can…

And this is when I became an illustrator. First making pictures for other people’s books, then coming up with my own stories—about my childhood, about leaving home, and about exploring the world. I found out that one doesn’t have to discover new continents, that people can explore in their minds even when locked in a prison cell, and that books can be my home, my language, my country. I can share with my children and children of the world the universe of dreamers, seekers, and people who dared to think differently. Books are bridges taking you places…

One of the first bridges for children was built by the Czech educator and philosopher Jan Ámos Komenský. His was the first illustrated book for children in the Western world: Orbis Pictus, published in the seventeenth century. It was teaching people how to live together in peace…teaching language, building bridges…

I grew up near the Charles Bridge in Prague — a bridge with ancient statues where many people have walked through many ages…and where I believed as a boy I could meet all of them on a full moon night…

Mozart…Galileo…Darwin…Saint-Exupéry…

Oh…do I see Mr. Andersen with his tall hat over there?

Thank you, Mr. Andersen.

Thank you, my mentors…I know that all of you have walked here.

Thank you for showing me the way.

I am trying to do the same thing.

Thank you, Jella Lepman, for building “A Bridge of Children Books” many years ago.

Thank you, IBBY — for building the bridges — all over the planet.

Adapted from Peter Sís’s 2012 Hans Christian Andersen Illustrator Award speech. This article is part of our Picture Book Month 2012 coverage.

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Peter Sís About Peter Sís

Peter Sís is the 2012 winner of the Hans Christian Andersen Illustrator Award. His books include The Wall: Growing Up Behind the Iron Curtain, Tibet Through the Red Box, and Starry Messenger: Galileo Galilei.

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  1. lalibrarylady86 says:

    I have met Peter Sis and he is a lovely person. Which is why I heartily agree with the article tags, “Awards, Great Guys”!

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