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.
If we can more easily see the paths we shouldn’t follow, does that make finding the correct one easier?
No matter which way you dice the onion, there’s no escaping the need for money to live. So how might art factor into that?
If more choice for a consumer is better, then why do chef’s banquets and ‘just feed me’ options exist in restaurants?
Most of us say we need more time but what if the opposite was true? What if less time helped us move forward?
Can the selfish act of making art become an act of generosity? What happens to others who come across the work we make for ourselves?
