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    To illustrate three short stories by writer Angela Carter for her book: The Bloody Chamber and other Short Stories for The Folio Society.
ngela Carter: The Bloody Chamber and other short stories
The following three pieces were created to illustrate the short stories of the writer Angela Carter for The Folio Society. They include: The Company of Wolves, The Bloody Chamber and Puss In Boots
Recently I have been working towards my entry for The Folio Society call for entries, a fabulously exciting opportunity to illustrate the short stories of Angela Carter. Those chosen are: The Bloody Chamber, Puss in Boots, and The Company of Wolves.

Discovering her works has been a joy for me, her writing style is so beautiful, and she describes so immaculately the scenes but most notably the thoughts and feelings of her chief narrating character that you can completely emerse yourself in the moment. The most amazing thing about her writing from an illustrators' perspective is her ability to visually describe everything, as I read her work my mind races with images and emotions, almost as though I were watching a film. 

It's for this reason that it was fairly difficult to pin myself down to one scene to illustrate from each story, but I based my decision on moments in the stories which focussed on the protagonist, and key turning points in their lives. For example in The company of Wolves (which is essentially a beautiful re-telling of the famous fairy tale Little Red Riding Hood, but much darker and erotically charged.), the moment in which Red Riding Hood discovers her Grandmother is dead, for me, was the key in the loss of her innocence and the scene is so dark and charged with emotional tension. I wanted to depict all the various elements that play a part in the overall picture; the mystery surrounding what has actually taken place, the characters' position with each other and the underlying looming presence of the wolf in the darkness who would change the path of Red Riding Hood's future forever.
She wanted her knife from her basket but she dare not reach for it because his eyes were fixed upon her - huge eyes...
Mirrors on the walls, that reflected more white lilies than I'd ever seen in my life before. .., those undertakers' lilies with the heavy pollen that powders your fingers... The lilies that I always associate with him; that are white. And stain you.
Does she hear him?
Not a grace-note.
Does she see him?
Never a glance.
'Up you go , Puss; tell her to look my way!'