Corban Wilkin


Out Now: MY ANTARCTICA

My Antarctica is out today from Candlewick Press and I’m thrilled to announce that not only has it received the prestigious starred review from Kirkus, but also from Booklist, and to top it all has been chosen as a Junior Library Guild Selection.

Thank you to all the people who’ve taken the time to write about this book, including Publishers Weekly, the School Library Journal, and the Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books.

Written by G. Neri and illustrated by myself, the book takes a modern, personal, and humorous journey into our most mysterious continent.

It’s been a long time coming, and it’s exciting to see this travel-journal-picturebook-graphic-novel finally hit the shelves.

You can find all the places to order your copy on my website or at Penguin Random House.

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Is this the hottest book of 2024?

My Antarctica has just been chosen as one of Kirkus Reviews’ most anticipated books of 2024 and given its first review. Thanks!

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Drawn in to Life: Sketching and Being There

(Cross-post with Wild Tomorrow blog.)

In 2023 I was asked along on a volunteer trip for conservation with Wild Tomorrow. At the time, I hadn’t heard of Wild Tomorrow and I confess: I had no idea what I was signing up for.

I’m an illustrator and a bit of a writer, and was set to go to the wildlife reserves of KwaZulu-Natal in the east of South Africa for two weeks as part of CBCC (Children’s Books Creators for Conservation, founded just this year by Hayley and John Rocco), ostensibly with the aim of conducting visual research in sketchbooks for a potential book about the subject of wild animal conservation.

Being kind of travel-phobic I approached the trip with some uncertainty. What would these two weeks involve, really? I wasn’t sure. We were provided with an itinerary, which detailed the facts of the unbelievable things we would be doing each day, but these things seemed so far away: what did they really mean?

Sat behind a computer screen in drizzly England, it was hard to think of more than a tourist cliché of ‘go to place, see animals, be amazed.’ And I was worried that I might not be amazed enough, that my heart might not be able to go somewhere so big.

Before this year, I had never had any intention of going to South Africa or seeking out the famous animals of the country, and I’d certainly never been on a trip of this sort. So the opportunity came without preconceptions, and without any notion of what I could contribute, or what I could take from the experience.

This feeling continued even after touching down in Johannesburg and meeting all the lovely, enthused people I would be spending the next two weeks with. ‘Everyone else seems to know what they’re doing here,’ I thought to myself, ‘And I’m not sure that I do.’

But as the days went on, I found myself gradually overwhelmed by the strange new life that Tori and the Wild Tomorrow crew invited us into. In spite of my own hang-ups and misgivings, the country and its people began pulling me into their world, and by the second week, my mind and my heart had been blown wide open, and in time, I began to understand why I was there.

I wasn’t the only one. In conversations with others, I heard similar concerns: being unsure if coming on the trip was a constructive thing, and whether one had something to contribute to the group effort. I guess it’s more natural to have these doubts than I realised. But the doubts we had began to be overtaken by the undeniable optimism of what we were involved with.

Though I had begun the trip hidden behind my sketchbook, my immersion in the place became such that by the first weekend I neglected to draw for a couple of days, stunned and simply taking it all in and enjoying getting to know everyone.

But then, remembering the intended purpose of the trip, I returned to my drawing and note-taking with a renewed vision: that I could use the sketchbook to communicate my emotional and totally subjective experience of the beauty and importance of the threatened natural world, as well as the people working to protect it.

Compared to the tireless work of those who wake up every day and go out there on this mission, I do have to wonder what small part my abilities can contribute to the cause of conservation. But when I experienced the response people had to my drawings, I began to understand the importance of communicating experience, and that there can be something specially significant about a drawing or a very personal piece of writing.

I was even more fortunate to be travelling with fellow book creators as part of CBCC, and had the companionship of sketching alongside wonderful artists like Eric, Brian, and Jessica whose talent and experience and generosity of spirit were both humbling and an inspiration.

‘If I went in to this with a hamfisted idea of what conservation meant’, I thought, ‘Maybe other people have the same unclear or stereotypical vision of all this, and maybe I can share some of my dawning understanding with them.’

Can a drawing capture something that a photograph or a video can’t? Again and again people told me, yes, it can. Drawing opened up conversations with rangers, landowners, vets, locals, and fellow tourists from all over, and what wonderful conversations they were: driven by their love and awe for what was in front of us, a love and awe that they helped me to discover too.

I guess there’s a being there in drawing that people respond to. Someone asked me, ‘Why not take a photograph and draw it later?’ But that would only be drawing animals. And going into the experience, I had worried that drawing animals was all it would be.

But being there, and being a part of it, mattered. From people’s kind and open responses to what I was doing, I learned that by being there I could do much more than simply draw animals: I learned that I might be able to articulate something of how it feels to be there, in the trees where an elephant has fallen, to feel her heated breath, the pulse in her ears, the texture of her skin. And the mood, the tension, the atmosphere. And the determination and care of the people who do this work.

I see art as a way of communicating things that can’t be described in the ordinary ways. There are things we can feel and see that defy simple description, and we saw these things every day. I like to think that this is why poetry exists, to give us the means to articulate feelings that can’t be articulated.

I just hope that a little something of my appreciation for the dignity and vulnerability of these animals and these people, and these places, can come across in my drawings enough to inspire others to feel something of the understanding that dawned at these moments of intensity.

It would be tempting to tell everyone to go buy a ticket right now and hotfoot it to KwaZulu-Natal for two weeks with Wild Tomorrow (and if you’re an artist, a photographer, a poet, or simply a dreamer, then you should consider it if you can), but I also took away a broader message.

We go through many things in life, and each of us lives a different life. There are places you will go that I never will. You may live most of your life in a faraway city I yearn to visit but never will, with your own dreams and fears, ecstacies and heartbreak. We can each only live one life. But by keeping our eyes and our hearts open, and by making art in any way we can, I hope we can let each other in to our own subjective experiences, and see a little bit through each other’s eyes, and live a little bit of each other’s lives, and capture some essence of the fleeting moments in time that make us who we are, and finally understand one another.

Although I went in as a clueless bystander, unconvinced that I had the spirit to rise to the experience, I found myself deeply moved by the things that the people at Wild Tomorrow worked tirelessly to make us a part of and by the glimpses that I had of the lives that go on there. My simple little sketchbook was merely a tool that helped to make this connection happen.

I still need to figure out how to develop all this into something that can contribute to Wild Tomorrow and the wider cause of public communication of conservation issues which is the mission of CBCC. But just going, and being there, was overpoweringly positive, and, I hope, the first step in something very good, and one of the most enriching and fortunate experiences of my life as an artist.

(Photos courtesy of Greg Neri and John Rocco.)

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Drawing is the Gateway to the Soul

I’m not very good at talking.

The idea of going on a trip where I would be with a large group of mostly strangers all day long for two weeks fills me with anxiety. This October I did just that, travelling to KwaZulu-Natal in South Africa with CBCC (Children’s Book Creators for Conservation) to work with Wild Tomorrow.

I have much to say about the work of the conservation groups we met and the value of art and books and public communication in helping to tackle the considerable issues facing our natural world, but my initial surge of feeling and thought regards the people I got to know in South Africa and the power of drawing in real life.

I didn’t prepare adequately for the trip.

I had a fairly profound anxiety response to the upcoming trip and the emotional and social demands it would make. My response was to shut out these demands and refuse to think about them. As it approached, I seriously considered cancelling the trip several times.

I decided that to cope I would use my sketchbook as a shield, a place to hide my eyes, something to busy my hands. Maybe I could hide myself behind that sketchbook for two weeks.

But then something else happened.

The sketchbook, rather than becoming a wall, became a window. Rather than a way of avoiding communication, it became a way of communicating.

To my surprise and profound joy, my travelling companions, rather than seeing my drawing and note-taking as something antisocial, saw it as a direct communication of what I was seeing with my own eyes, and what I was feeling and thinking.

It was as if by drawing, I was opening a dialogue with people.

Throughout the trip, not just artists, but all kinds of people approached me by using my sketching as a way in. How many people feel comfortable complimenting a complete stranger, ordinarily? But when you draw, people do. They smile and they like you. They laugh if you’ve captured a drawing of someone they know. They talk about their own creative projects, or their children. It’s like they see something of your naked soul, and feel they can trust you.

My kind and generous companions in CBCC told me with a frankness I’m not used to that my drawings enriched their own experience of the journey. Many of them are artists themselves, and of vastly greater talent and experience than me, so to have felt that I could contribute to their experience in my small way is nothing short of a blessing.

Drawing my experience of things allowed me to engage with what was happening in a way I couldn’t have without drawing. And not only that, it allowed me to share my experience of things with others.

And people understood.

I underestimated how open and authentic people can be when you reach out. I didn’t really know how to reach out, but I discovered that you can do it with a drawing as much as with speech.

As the trip went on I found myself regretful only that I hadn’t done more in advance to get to know the people and the places I would be going to, and to contribute to the good-hearted work that Wild Tomorrow and CBCC are doing.

I hope that this is just the beginning for CBCC led by Hayley and John Rocco, and for my relationship with them and all the other wonderful people involved.

I started listing everyone to thank, but there are so many that I am bound to miss someone out. Just know that if I met you in the past two weeks: thank you. The kindness and spirit and generosity of you all has been one of the great privileges of my life to experience.

Please consider donating to Wild Tomorrow at: wildtomorrow.org/cbccdonate

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