It’s much easier to tell a group of friends that I have a rule – Fridays and Sundays are for studio work – than to say “I’d prefer to stay home and work in the studio on Fridays and Sundays.” Preferences can be bargained with, “Oh, just this once!” they say, “You work too hard” or “You can’t work all the time”. When it’s a preference, it’s flexible, when it’s a rule, it’s not. People understand rules and they respect them. It’s not that I don’t want to see them, or I’d prefer to stay indoors like a hermit and paint, no, it’s not that at all. It’s just, I have a rule.
Creating space for the reader
What if illustrations didn’t prescribe a world to the reader, but, instead, suggested one?
Every drawing is a raffle ticket
Until I’ve put an idea on a page, it’s nothing more than an idea – something that’s difficult to see, hold, and connect with.
A conversation with a pencil
If a pencil could talk, what would it say to you? Nothing, I suspect, if you don’t use it.
I believe in you
Are there any set of words that one human can say to another that have a more profound effect than these?
A siren’s song
Social media is a siren’s song – of scale, of connection, of ‘monetisation’, of a valuable way to spend time. Might there be a better way?