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絵本「迷子のうさぎ / LOST RABBIT」

広島の芸術家、ミヤタタカシによる絵本「迷子のうさぎ」の装丁画

迷子のうさぎ

絵本 / Picture book

  

画材 : フェルトペン

2019 ボローニャ国際絵本原画展入選作品

Art and Story : Takashi Miyata

Material : Felt tipped pen

Bologna Children’s Book Fair 2019 selected

2019


迷子になったうさぎの話。誰に聞いても、どの本を読んでも、自分がどこから来たのかを教えてもらえないうさぎ。最後に迷子のうさぎがたどり着いた場所とは。黒一色のフェルトペンで描かれた作品。

絵本 「LOST RABBIT 迷子のうさぎ」作・絵 TAKASHI MIYATA ミヤタタカシ
LOST RABBIT / Story & Pictures by TAKASHI MIYATA

Rabbit wandered around the town.

He had no clue where he came from or where he should go.

He was completely lost.

うさぎは まちを さまよいました。

うさぎは どこからきたのか、どこへいけばいいのか わかりませんでした。

うさぎは まいごでした。


絵本 「LOST RABBIT 迷子のうさぎ」作・絵 TAKASHI MIYATA ミヤタタカシ
LOST RABBIT / Story & Pictures by TAKASHI MIYATA

There, Rabbit searched hesitantly through the books.

He whispered to himself, “Where do I come from?” “Where should I go?”

Rabbit asked the people around him,

“Where am I from?” “Where should I go now?”

そこでうさぎは しらべました。

じぶんが どこからきたのか、 そして どこへいけばいいのかを。

うさぎは まわりにいた おとなたちに ききました。

 

じぶんが どこからきたのか、そして これから どこへいけばいいのかを。


絵本 「LOST RABBIT 迷子のうさぎ」作・絵 TAKASHI MIYATA ミヤタタカシ
LOST RABBIT / Story & Pictures by TAKASHI MIYATA

Rabbit was disappointed and left the bookstore.

うさぎは がっかりして ほんやを あとにしました。


絵本 「LOST RABBIT 迷子のうさぎ」作・絵 TAKASHI MIYATA ミヤタタカシ
LOST RABBIT / Story & Pictures by TAKASHI MIYATA

“Oh no! What should I do?” sighed Rabbit.

He felt lost wherever he went.

「ぼくはどうしたらいいのだろう。」

どこへいっても うさぎはまいごでした。



TECHNIQUE

The background and characters were drawn with a black felt-tip pen and were combined and digitally recreated with my PC.


AFTERWORD

There are times when I will suddenly lose myself in the work that I am creating. The act of facing something that has no answer makes me feel uneasy as if I was stranded in a strange land. When that happens, I have a flashback to an event in my childhood where I did get lost.

The event didn’t cause much commotion, as the worst thing that could have happened was me getting lost. When I lived in Michigan, I got separated from my family and strayed into a basement during our trip. It was a dimly-lit bar where a man with a black leather jacket stood. The man yelled and got angry at me. I was suddenly surprised and hurried back the way I came. Going upstairs, I left the basement and after a while of wandering around I found my family again. This experience is the background for this story.