Page one of the book that came back
A real example · Alice in Wonderland
Olivia and the Wonderfully Peculiar Day
Down the rabbit hole and curiouser by the page
Made here from one photo of Olivia, aged 4. Your child can be the hero of this story too — every page drawn with their own face.
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How this book was drawn
- ChildOlivia, aged 4
- StoryAlice in Wonderland
- Book10 pages, one photo
- Picture styleIllustrated
- Illustration strengthMedium
- Illustration lookLuminous drawing
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Every page of Olivia’s book
The same face from the first page to the last, painted in one style. These are the pages exactly as they came out.
The afternoon on the riverbank felt long and dull, and Olivia’s open book had no pictures worth counting. Then a white rabbit in a waistcoat hurried past. “Late, late, terribly late!” he muttered, and Olivia sat up with a question bubbling inside her. Olivia followed the hurried rabbit in his waistcoat straight into a rabbit hole. Down she tumbled, slowly as a drifting feather, past floating cupboards and teaspoons. “What a peculiar staircase!” Olivia said, while the rabbit fluttered below her into Wonderland. Olivia landed softly in a long hall where every door was locked. On a glass table lay one golden key, bright as a little sun. Olivia tried it carefully: it fitted only the smallest door, much too small for her. A bite of cake made Olivia grow tall enough to peek over the trees. “Oh, hello, treetops!” she whispered. Then a sip from a curious bottle made Olivia teacup-small, and she slipped under the little door into a garden smelling of sunshine. By an enormous mushroom, Olivia was her usual size again. A blue caterpillar smoked a pipe and asked, “Who exactly are you?” Olivia put her hands behind her back. “I’m Olivia, and I’m four—even when I’m a very different size.” Olivia asked a striped cat which way she should go. “That way leads somewhere, and this way does too,” he said, perfectly truthfully and not helpfully at all. Olivia raised both hands in puzzlement as he faded away, leaving his grin until last. Under the trees, Olivia joined the Mad Hatter and the March Hare at a tea party that never ended. “Another cup!” cried the Hatter, although every cup was full. Olivia giggled and poured pretend tea into an empty acorn shell. Olivia found three playing-card gardeners painting white roses red, very fast. “Before the Queen notices!” one whispered, knocking over the paint pot. Olivia raised her hands to warn them about the spreading puddle, and they carefully shuffled around it without spilling another drop. At croquet, the Queen shouted, “Everyone must let me win!” Olivia held her flamingo gently and stood straight. “Please don’t shout; everyone deserves a turn,” Olivia said firmly. When the Queen’s ball rolled past its hoop, the Queen blinked, then agreed to try again politely. The White Rabbit hurried past Olivia once more, searching for his gloves. Olivia spotted them beside a flowerpot, and his whiskers brightened. He led her straight to the little door and the long climb up the rabbit hole. Olivia emerged into sunshine, ready to tell her wonderfully peculiar story.
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