Category: Making

No one expects me to run a marathon if I can’t even run 5km but when it comes to art, do we also need to build muscle?

Should picture book making feel like work? Or should it feel like some utopia where someone pays me for ‘art’?

Perhaps the role of an artist is to render the invisible so we become more attentive to the world as it is?

Can a piece of paper create more connection than a wifi-enabled digital device when it comes to art?

Loss is difficult; we often like what we had more than what we may have. But how do we know unless we make space for the new in our lives?

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

Physical art materials are messy and inconvenient. But isn’t that the point?

Might the act of mark-making be a pathway to the subconscious where we get to meet a version of ourselves we’ve never met before?