Nicholas Kole interview, part 4

We're back with more goodness from Nicholas Kole! Here are parts one, two, and three to get you caught up on our conversation. Stay tuned for part five!


Madame Sidler: Um, so here’s a question from Danniby—not that Danniby; the other Danniby—I assume not that Danniby—“How do you create compelling color schemes for environments and scenes within the limitationss of realistic colors? I can’t seem to make them coexist. To clarify, when I try to stick to believable colors I end up breaking my color scheme. How do you avoid this?”

Nicholas Kole: I would say to Danniby, I am not the biggest believer in the importance of realism.

[laughter]

MS: As a fictional character, I’m with you.

NK: Yeah, I just—visually... how do I say this? The fullest answer would be a long artistic conversation over coffee. But in short, I think for storytelling and for things like the Wingfeather Saga, our priority with color was to tell the story. The secondary priority was a sense of realism in grounding it. We didn’t want to go so wacky and wild, but we really did want to set up the colors and make them dynamic and powerful in a way that emphasized the moment narratively. For instance, when the Black Carriage is racing through the streets of Glipwood, it’s not writ anywhere that it must have a lantern on it, but it must. There’s got to be a pop of orange light, because you’re looking at the space, it’s nighttime, so you’re going to create a space that’s largely blue and green. A contrast in complementary color has got to be an orange glow. So, to track this object we want you be to looking at, we’re going to add a lantern or some sort of source of light that’s going to draw your eye, your attention. Likewise, with the dragon, we’re trying to create these scenes where your attention stays exactly where it ought to stay—you’re not looking off to the side of the screen and paying too much attention to the blades of grass, or the tree branches or whatever. Later you can if you want, but we want you to feel as you move through the story that you’re locked in.

A big thing that I wanted to do—that was definitely a point of some contention, we sort of argued it back and forth as we went—but I created a color script for the whole pieces before we went in, which is basically just a really rough pass on the color scheme of each scene. We start in the dark of the night but then we break to morning, it’s breakfast, it’s a warm family time, so the colors are very natural. But over the course of the short the peril increases, and I wanted that to be mirrored by a shift in the color. So, the sunset. And basically we try to get the passage of time through the short to work such that by the time the dragon appears it’s just the right moment for the sky to be as dramatic as we can make it. So it’s just that moment when the sun’s still at the horizon, it’s sunset but it’s kind of twilight, the moon’s in the sky, and things are quite dark and the shadows pool and stuff like that. My sense was that the dragon moment would be most powerful in that framing than in the middle of the afternoon. Does that make sense?

MS: Yeah. Definitely, as the story gets more intense the colors also get more intense.

NK: Yeah. So I would say it’s about sussing out what your priorities are for the scene. If you’re trying to create a scene of warmth and comfort, you’re going to create your color scheme in a particular way, and if you’re looking for dynamic perilous action, then you might approach it very differently. And not being tethered too much to realism but sort of allowing things to move emotionally with your priorities, that's the way I prefer to work.

MS: Yeah. That makes sense. I’m thinking about the scene around the breakfast table where there’s a lot less contrast in the colors, everything’s sort of at the same level, everything’s light and the colors are not as deep and they’re not as intense, and then you’ve got those really rich sky colors, and the black-black and the very magenta-magentas and all of that later in those more dangerous scenes.

NK: Yeah, for sure.

MS: Very cool. I love it, by the way.

Here's the color script for the Wingfeather Saga animated short film. Click through for more art!


This week, Madame Sidler will be reading chapters 21-25 of The Monster in the Hollows. To weigh in on any of the conversations currently happening in the forum (a quote game, books we love, guildling signups, the short film's animation style, and more), dive on in. :-) We'll see you on Friday for an excerpt from this week's reading!

BRBC week 23: The Houndry

Oy! In this week's reading (chapters 17-20) we visited the Guildling Hall for the first time, which brought back many memories. The Wingfeather kids were nervous on their first day, and so was I. I like dogs and fruit (FRUIT!) as much as any Hollowsfolk, and I was good at tree-climbing and sneakery, but I was hopeless at pummelry. Like Janner, I wanted real book-loving friends to talk to. In a brash and loud world, the Bookbindery felt like it was created exactly for me—just as, I imagine, the Houndry felt for Leeli. :-)


“Leeli, your mother tells me you’re going to like this,” said Olumphia. “Brimstone, as you can see, is already excited about it.”The dog barked and bolted ahead of them to the next stone building. The shingle hanging over the door was carved with the silhouette of a dog; HOUNDRY, it read. Brimstone wagged her tail and pawed at the entrance.Olumphia pushed open the heavy door, and a chorus of barks, whines, and howls poured out. With the noise came the smell of dog and hay, tinged with the odor of animal waste. Kalmar winced and covered his face, but Leeli’s eyes widened. She looked at Nia in disbelief. Guildmadam Groundwich’s dog bolted through the door, and Leeli hurried after.The inside of the chamber was as full of dogs as the Guildling Hall was full of children. But unlike the students, the dogs were glad to see them. They barked happy barks and circled the Wingfeathers, wagging tails and sniffing at boots and whining to be petted. Leeli dropped her crutch and hugged the first dog that approached her. It put a paw as big as a saucer on her shoulder and panted in her face. Another dog nosed his way under her other arm, and she stood supported between them, smiling so wide that her face turned pink. Then the dogs trotted forward and dragged her along. Leeli squealed with delight as they paraded her around the room, pursued by a train of barking dogs, most of which were as tall as Leeli.Janner and Kalmar laughed. It was as if the Maker had prepared a place just for their sister.
Discussion: What guild would you most want to join? Sign up here. :-)What was your favorite passage this week?

Artham, afraid

This drawing reminds me of a passage we read a couple of weeks ago. Look at the detail on the wings. Look at Artham's dear fearful face.Thanks for sending this in, Sandra! We're so glad your kids love the Wingfeathers.


This week, Madame Sidler will be reading chapters 17-20 of The Monster in the Hollows, and you're welcome to read along. We'll see you on Friday for an excerpt—and all week in the forum!p.s. Andrew and his family are abroad right now! If you live in the UK, check out his music page for dates and ticket info. He'd love to meet you.

BRBC week 22: Turalay

If you've been reading along with the book club, or have read the books before, you'll know that, in Nia's words, Kal has seen terrible things. Last week we saw how fear can lead to harshness. This week we see love in the midst of that.


“Please, Nia! There is no changing this.”“He’s my son,” Nia said. Her eyes burned into Rudric’s until he looked away.“Turalay,” Rudric said at last, and he drew the knife blade across Nia’s palm. She didn’t flinch. The Keeper of the Hollows took Nia’s wrist and held up her bleeding hand for the assembly to see. “Hollowsfolk! Before these witnesses has the ancient law been invoked! Beneath the branches of the ancient tree has the oath been made! Let blood seal the freedom of the captive!”“Let it be,” answered the assembly. Rudric released Nia’s hand and stepped aside. She walked forward and placed her palm against the trunk of the giant tree, and Janner noticed for the first time that there were many other palm prints, faded with age, dappling the smooth bark above the throne.
Discussion: What was your favorite passage this week?Who would you declare turalay for?Do you have a good recipe for pumpkin bread?More conversations happening in the forum! And you are always welcome to start a discussion of your own. :-)

Addy's Warden & Wolf King

Reader Adelaide brought Andrew a gorgeous art piece to sign, and of course we wanted it on the website too. Check out the color gradient, the stars in the wolf (!), Janner's humble posture. That posture speaks to me, especially with the scenes that've been standing out in my reading lately, where Janner has shown such willingness to fling himself into danger to protect Kal and Artham. Sometimes those decisions must be made in a split second, but even so they're based on more subtle decisions made day after day to prefer others, to identify oneself as a protector and servant. In this pose Janner seems to be saying, as he is saying every day as he learns to be a Throne Warden, "Here I am. Send me."Thank you, Addy.


This week, Madame Sidler will be reading chapters 12-16 of The Monster in the Hollows. Check out the forum for some conversation-starters, and we'll see you on Friday for an excerpt!

BRBC week 21: Terrified and terrifying

Just a couple of weeks ago we saw Janner truly become a Throne Warden. Now Artham, who has rescued the family time and again, needs help. Janner has learned much about facing his fears and acting to protect those he loves—but the way this plays out is never what I expected. Janner's empathy. Leeli's smile. The leap.


“We have to stop them,” Leeli said. “They’ll kill him.” She pointed across the room at a group of men stringing bows and fishing arrows from a barrel.Before he realized what he was doing, Janner ducked behind Rudric, climbed up the back of his throne, and jumped for the lowest branch of the tree. As soon as he caught the branch, all the hours he’d spent climbing glipwood oaks, swinging from mossy limb to mossy limb, scooting after Kalmar either to catch him or to keep him from hurting himself, suddenly felt like practice for this single moment. He climbed the tree as lithe as a thwap, swinging under limbs, scooting along others, closer every moment to the upper corner of the chamber where Peet trembled and twitched like a trapped bird, his talons flexing, his wings flapping madly.Artham was terrified, and he was terrifying.Janner edged along a branch of the tree as thick as his waist, calling Artham’s name again and again, but if Artham heard he showed no sign. The men with bows had nocked arrows and trained them on Artham, waiting for either a signal from Rudric or a movement from the birdman. Janner was sure Artham could defeat every warrior in the room if he wanted, but these were old allies, kinsmen, people acting not out of evil but out of fear; there must have been enough of Artham’s sanity left to restrain his fury— but why didn’t he flee? The main doors to the hall were flung wide open, and it would be an easy thing for him to fly through and away to safety.Janner had started climbing the tree with an idea in his head, but now that the floor was so far below he wondered what he’d been thinking. “Uncle Artham!” he cried again, but Artham only shook his head and goggled his eyes everywhere except at Janner, whimpering to himself in nonsensical words.If Janner was going to act, he had to do it now. The archers were hungry for a reason to shoot, Rudric was shouting, Oskar was waving his hands, and Nia’s head was buried in Podo’s shoulder. Only Leeli saw Janner in the tree.Their eyes met, she smiled at him, and Janner said, “Uncle Artham, HELP!”Then he jumped.
Discussion: What calms you when you're in a panic or meltdown?Who teaches you to be brave?What feelings do you have as you see my people's reaction to Kalmar? What do you think Kal is feeling? What do you do when it seems you have to make a choice between protecting your own people from outside threats and protecting a child fleeing to you from violence? Let's talk about this in the forum. (Other good conversations from this section can be found here, here, and here.)What was your favorite passage this week?

Nicholas Kole interview, part 3

Before we dive into this week's snippet of a conversation with Nicholas Kole, a Andrew asked me to make sure you all knew that Scott Lee Johnson's Wingfeather sculptures are going fast. Check out his website to order, and read Andrew's post about them for the whole story.This is part three of a good long fun interview. You can read the earlier parts of the conversation here (part 1) and here (part 2).


Madame Sidler: Speaking of all the various places where you’ve worked and the different projects you’ve worked on, Elia says, “Nintendo, you say? Any chance we could get a ‘Super Janner Run’ with toothy cows and quill diggles and Fangs?” [laughter] He got two upvotes for that. I think there’s a market! [more laughter]

Nicholas Kole: That’s great! You know, it’s been discussed! It is not off the table at all.

MS: Seriously?!

NK: ..but I feel like I’m not the one to float that idea.

MS: You know, if a studio picks the series up then we’ve got to do all the moichendizing.

NK: Yeah, yeah, absolutely! You know, there are different schools of thought about that with Wingfeather, but I think it’s got a lot of fun designs and it’s got a lot of fun worldbuilding that could potentially be a lot of fun to play around in! For me, the priority has always been the story and the world and the characters, vis a vis just creating the animated content. And if it sells toys, cool! And if we can make video games, rad! But I think that before it’s a video game, obviously, the Wingfeather Saga is a story.

MS: Sure. We’ve also had pleas for Lego sets and action figures—

NK: Plushies—I want plushies!

MS: Oh yeah!

NK: For myself, I would really like a thwap. A little huggable, squishable thwap.

MS: That would be amazing! And Gnorm is nice and squishable too. I don’t know that he would appreciate it…

NK: True… No, he would basically resent that.

MS: It might be an insult to his dignity.

NK: “How dare you! Unhand me!” [laughter] Yes! Perfect!

MS: [still laughing] Fantastic!


This week, Madame Sidler will be reading chapters 7-11 of The Monster in the Hollows. Visit our forum for some good conversation, and we'll see you back here on Friday for an excerpt from the week's reading!

BRBC week 20: At the helm

Welcome to the Great Library! I'm so pleased to be starting book three of The Wingfeather Saga with you fine folks. For this first week of The Monster in the Hollows we read chapters 1-6. Here's my favorite passage from the reading. I love it because if I put myself in Janner's place, I would be thrilled if this happened to me. Podo's scratchy face makes it even better. It's good to have grownups you can trust and who trust you as you grow up.


Podo strode to the rail and squinted at the horizon, making a sound between a snarl and a laugh. He shook his fist in the air, threw a fiery curse across the waves, whirled around, and stomped back to the helm.“Come here, lads!” he barked.Janner and Kalmar exchanged a glance and dashed to the wheel.Podo grabbed Janner’s hands and placed them on the handles. “Hold here, and here.” Podo knelt, put his scratchy face beside Janner’s, and pointed. “See that little hump in the distance?”Janner did. A thin, dark shape on the eastern horizon. “Yes sir.”“That’s where we’re headed. That’s the Green Hollows. It’s farther away than it looks. Now keep her nose pointed just to the left of that spot and she’ll sail straight for it. Kalmar, yer job is to keep Janner company and to fetch me if the wind changes. Clear?”“Yes sir,” Kalmar said.“But where are you going?” Janner asked, hating how frightened he sounded.“I forgot me pipe. If this is my last voyage, I aim to enjoy it.”Podo marched away, humming a happy tune as he disappeared into the captain’s quarters, leaving Janner feeling very small at the helm of a very big ship. The wheel tugged back and forth with a will of its own. It was harder to hold steady than he expected. He felt the slow rise and fall of the sea beneath him, and the thrilling tension of wind and water, and the way sail and keel and rudder harnessed that power to drive the Enramere through the waves.Janner took a deep breath, squinted one eye, and aimed the ship as Podo had instructed. He was conscious of the crew watching him, but he tried to focus all his attention on the hump of land and did his terrified best not to look anywhere else.After a while, he realized he was smiling so wide his cheeks hurt. For the first time in his life, he was sailing.
Discussion: What was your favorite passage from this week?What song would you want to hear to know that the singer is friendly?What else in these chapters do you want to discuss? Post it in the book 3 forum. I might pull out a few readers' questions when I assemble the book club kit this fall. :-)