One dark night the Gruffalo’s Child disobeys her father’s warnings and ventures out into the snow. After all, the Big Bad Mouse doesn’t really exist . . . does he?
I was very worried when I realised the story was set at night, in a very dark, very cold wood. Would I be able to paint that? Luckily it turned out to be easier than I thought. The greatest challenge actually turned out to be the shadow of the Big Bad Mouse in the snow. Somehow it looks real in the book - even though it defies all laws of physics! But then again, I think picture books tend to have a logic all of their own.