Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve been drawing almost everyday. Not in a sketchbook, like I’m used to, but digitally. I’ve never felt that drawing digitally was drawing at all, it often felt like a different thing. But now, I’m finding that whilst it does feel different; it’s doing the same thing to my brain. The more I draw, the more I write. The more I write, the more ideas I generate. The more ideas I generate, the more I need to visualise them – it’s a self-fuelling loop and one that is nourished by the same activity of drawing whether using traditional or digital techniques.
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?
Building muscles
No one expects me to run a marathon if I can’t even run 5km but when it comes to art, do we also need to build muscle?
It’s never felt more like work
Should picture book making feel like work? Or should it feel like some utopia where someone pays me for ‘art’?