I often wonder why so many people are desperate to get into children’s publishing. And, while I’m sure the reasons for it are varied, one of the things I love most about being able to draw (and it ending up in picture books) is that I end up feeling quite useful – and feeling useful to another human being feels good.
Do fundamental skills really need to come first? Or, instead of learning those, can we focus on why we’re doing in the first place?
With so many potential paintings, drawings, and ideas to make, how does anyone prioritise their precious time on Earth?
How does a culture of add-ons and upgrades effect how we make art?
Is it possible to trap ourselves into a ‘style’ or ‘type of work’ because it’s easier for the world to understand simplicity?
Is it possible that making marks on paper – either letters or lines – can help us navigate otherwise overwhelming decisions?
