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.
What if, on the days we don’t feel like making art, we do anyway? In the same way that we show up to our day jobs when we don’t fee like it?
The problem with progress is that we’re likely to learn that we’re either not good enough or not ambitious enough. But maybe there’s no other way?
If a chair is for sitting, what’s sitting for? Why sit at all?
What might we be able to tell ourselves and listen for in order to provoke more positive energy and action in our art practice?
Where does the motivation for beginning mark making come from? Why would I even try in the first place?
