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.
How do I know if reading books, playing video games, going for walks and doing chores around the house is procrastination or rest?
Is being a ‘full-time illustrator’ all it’s cracked up to be or do we romanticise this way to make money because it reminds of childhood?
Beauty comes in many forms, in many different times, to many different people. So, what makes something beautiful?
If an artist finds themselves with too many ideas, is there a deceptively simple way to decide which idea we should work on next?
If we can more easily see the paths we shouldn’t follow, does that make finding the correct one easier?
