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.
Is my aversion to change about my wanting to be consistent? Or, am I actually being resistant and am I losing something because of that?
There is joy and satisfaction found in the manipulation of and creation in the physical world
What do reviews really tell us about the work? Does it matter who’s reviewing?
If I’m learning a new art form, do I focus on technical correctness first or building an emotional connection with the medium?
Physical art materials are messy and inconvenient. But isn’t that the point?
