Emily Nudd-Mitchell - Green Street

"It smokes !!! WHAT'S THAT ?"

Oh la la, what a good idea to stay 3 weeks in Sfax to check well the sailing-boat's motor... Now it's out of order in the middle of Mediterranean Sea. No more electricity, no more compas, nothing left. Well. We keep up with the stars, not bad !

The only place to fix the motor once more is Alexandria. Great, it's an antique harbour, Cleopatre and her friends used to get in thanks to the wind, so we're going to do it the same way !... If we get there...

And no more wind left. How do we pray, don't remember ? Are we going to survive ? And how do I find the polar star ? Ahhhhhhh !

To know the end of the story, come and meet me at Clermont-Ferrand on the 13, 14 et 15 of novembre !

Los viajes de Emily Nudd Mitchell, Editions Demipage.

My 30 birthday, in Bangkok. While helping Ho in her restaurant.

Her mother and sister prepare such a great quantity of tom yam soups...

And I cut Chiang Mai grass.

"Emily, now it's busy. You'll be in charge of Kop Ko Ka Pi. Put a bit of rice in the middle of the plate, then omelette, and all around, oignons, chili, mango, shrimps, cucumbers, flowers, and caramelized pork. Ok ? Action !"

Then we go to the temple. "This is birthday : you wish something and free little fishes to the river."

And feed the cat-fishes...

Everybody's there down the water !

At the beginning of August, I was living between two continents :  Africa and Asia.

In Asia physically, I was working during the week-end with children from Myanmar, refugees in Thailand. They had seen the worse and drew big bad men, tanks and riffles. Such a reality in their drawings. During the week in Bangkok, I could see 5 years old Olivers Twists working hard in the streets.

Besides this, I had an african experience while illustrating african children telling their childless stories. Active authors fond of Africa, Jessica Nliba and Didier Reuss give them right to speak through childlike stories without judgement, which gives them more strength. They were telling what I was seeing : the right to childhood.

From this has come true a beautiful book thanks to publisher Editions le Sablier. Author's children expression, African artistic work and my illustrations, a hopeful book to children's rights in Africa and the whole world.

Afrique, right to childhood will be published on the 13th of novembre. And presented on the 20th of novembre in fondation Blachère during a public event. Please come to meet us and this beautiful project :

Thanks to the authors Jessica Nliba and Didier Reuss and to the publisher Editions le Sablier, such a great collaboration.

See you soon...

My book exhibition Los Viajes de Emily Nudd-Mitchell (Demipage) in Cáceres with French Embassy ! 

I discover my drawings, so big, on the opening day. 

In the evening, people who watch them, read them, puzzled, thrilled, amazed. Touching to see readers' reaction in live.

In the arabic fashioned city, I look at the amazing walls and put them in my current illustrations. To be published in march, I will show you !

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And a bit of Istanbul hidden below spanish floor.

Next Rendez-vous with the exhibition : Granada on the 18th of november, hope to see you ! 

I am back ! In Madrid !

And this week-end, I will already be with you : expo of my book LOS VIAJES in Cáceres library. Welcome all of you, I will tell you fantastic stories...

Bangkok, Chinatown.

I came to Phnom Penh to see finally Pour un Sourire d'Enfant, PSE. I heard so much about this beautiful association in my family. The one created by our cousins from the other side of the world, Marie-France et Christian Despallières.

First, I arrive on Phnom Penh's garbage hill... I wear flipflops, some children are naked, looking for something to eat, an iron stick in the hand in the middle of the rubbish. Other ones are in uniform, ready to go to school. Everything seems normal, but it's not. And plenty of flowers sprouting everywhere...

As long as flowers will sprout on the garbage hill, there will be hope, isn’t it ?

I seat to draw the children, they laugh a lot. The vigil puts me out. The little girls sing me a good bye song.

I am having lunch in Pra Ksaeng's place, in the little market. I meet her son, he used to study in the school of Pour un Sourire d'Enfant. Now he studies medicine with success. He tells me about the garbage hill. “Sometimes, the big lorries run over the tired children fallen asleep in the middle of the rubbish.”

It's hard for children, and parents also. Pour un Sourire d'Enfant offers them a work. In the tailor’s studio for example, the lonely mothers realise the student’s uniforms. PSE also compensate the children’s salary when they go back to school.

A girl offers to show me the site. She calls our cousins Papi and Mamie with a unlimited affection. At the beginning, they asked the children of the garbage hill what they needed. “Rice” they said. Soon, the children said that they needed actually to get their rice by themselves. Papi and Mamie built a school. They follow them during all their studies and help them to find a job.

"A child doesn't need fish, he needs to know how to fish."