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 can I learn from how brewers help or hinder the flavour profile of rice when they’re making sake?
If I’ve only noticed the sunrise a handful of times out of tens of thousands of daily opportunities. What else have I missed?
If we never know when the world will offer us a new idea, how can we best prepare for the moment when it inevitably comes?
If you feel like dancing, you probably wouldn’t book last minute tickets to a Chopin concert. So what’s bad music? And can bad books exist?
What changes in an art practice when the sharing of the work one makes becomes secondary to making the work in the first place?
