People ask me, ‘Where do you get your ideas?’ And, like most writers, I have the standard answer, “From life.” But I know it’s not a good answer. It’s vague, unhelpful, and to be honest, a bit of a cop-out. A better answer would be, “It’s complicated” or “I actually don’t know”. But that’s also unhelpful although slightly more accurate. It’s challenging to try and unravel where they really do come from. Every project and story is different. There’s no formula. When I hit on an idea, it’s often a surprise to me too. What I do know is that most people don’t have the time or attention span for me tell them the whole answer. Here’s a short version of the things I currently believe to be the biggest influence on where I get ideas.

Input happens constantly

I think of every second of life as ‘input’. The thing I ate for breakfast, the people I saw on my commute, the pigeon that pooed on my shoulder today. Every sound, image, or feeling that enters through my senses, whenever I’m doing anything, ends up in my brain.

Most of the time, I’m not remotely aware of the sheer volume of information going in to my brain but it’s there because I find it at the most unexpected times.

Like most people, I don’t consciously remember every little thing I saw, said, did, or smelled. But it’s there. I know it’s there because I remember things I don’t even know I remember at the weirdest times. For example, I couldn’t tell you the exact words I used when I was chatting with someone in line at a cafe yesterday. But then, years later, I’ll remember the exact conversation when something seemingly unrelated triggers it. There’s no obvious logic to what will trigger a memory, and so that makes it difficult to codify and teach. Our brains are phenomenal at taking in and storing information. Most of the time, we’re not aware of what’s going in.

Timing is critical but serendipitous

The sequencing of events is influential in how my brain decides to mash things together at any given moment. These events don’t have to be linear, or even close to one another. Again, it’s pretty illogical and often, multi-sensory.

I might experience a taste as an adult. For some complicated reason (I’m sure a neuroscientist could expand on that), it triggers a memory of an old neighbourhood dog I knew when I was eight years old. The thought of the dog reminds me of a noisy neighbour who used to talk too loudly but cooked the best chicken schnitzels I ever ate. And then, yep, you guessed it, there’s an idea for a crazy chef who runs out of chicken and engages the help of a dog to go on chicken hunt adventure.

As terrible as that idea is, I think it demonstrates an important aspect of the way our brains work. The basic idea is that every brain is full of ephemera, and it’s a jumble. Sounds a lot like ‘life’, right? At least with life, there’s a definite beginning and end.

Paying attention to yourself is important but difficult

These random memory triggers and weird convoluted connections between illogical events happen to me all the time. I’m sure they happen to you too. Our brains are not very different after all. So, I can only postulate that maybe the difference between me and people who ‘don’t have ideas’ is they don’t notice when it happens? The art of noticing takes work and practice. I plan to help with that in this journal over the coming months because there are definite tools and techniques for building this idea-catching muscle in yourself.

So yes, ideas come from life, and life is complicated. The real question we should be asking isn’t “Where do you get your ideas from?” It’s “How do you notice and idea and decide on which one to explore further?” THAT is much harder, and it’s the subject of a whole other post.

I’ve always been a fan of live music. I spent much of my early twenties going to pub bands and watching people ‘rock out’ on stage. But I very rarely think, “Hey, I should go see some classical music.” And that’s not because I don’t like it. I listen to quite a lot of in fact. But attending a live symphony is just not something that sits in the front of my mind. Based on my recent experience, it probably should.

My wife and I recently went to see “Joe Hisaishi in Concert: Music from the Studio Ghibli films of Hayao Miyazaki.”

There’s SO much to talk about from this experience. I could spend hours exploring the long-standing and marvellous collaboration of Hisaishi and Miyazaki – a perfect match of sound and vision. Or I could wax lyrical about the impact of Miyazaki’s storytelling – his influence on the way I tell stories. But for now, I want to focus on the orchestra.

When one hunded become one

I was struck most by the incredible power of a group of humans so in sync with one another. I was literally overwhelmed.

There were several moments of the performance that moved me so thoroughly that I had chills down my back and tears well up in my eyes. That doesn’t usually happen to me. Ever. I couldn’t help but ask myself why.

It turns out that sitting in that auditorium, listening to a group of humans dedicated so wholly and entirely to their craft, all moving in sync, contributing to a broader goal and achieving it spectacularly is a pretty privileged and moving experience. Sounds obvious, right?

Guided by this most iconic Japanese artist, the orchestra was such a shining example of how connected human endeavour can result in something beyond any individual achievement. It’s a thing that can ONLY be achieved through mastery at all levels. At a personal level, the musicians are clearly masters of their craft. And at a tribal level, the shared understanding of everyone’s place in the tribe and their willingness to contribute to making something greater than themselves.

I rarely process experiences as profound as this immediately. It was difficult to describe to my wife what I was feeling at the time. As we walked out of the theatre, I just kept harping on about ‘hopefulness.’

For me, Hisaishi’s music exudes hopefulness. It’s a feeling I get after every Miyazaki movie. That the world isn’t as cruel, or inevitably doomed as the media leads us to believe. And Hisaishi did it to me again. But this time the feeling of hope that I got from the music was paired with some surreal sense of being alive. A feeling of being a part of something. I just couldn’t put my finger on it at the time.

I wasn’t up there with 100 musicians. In fact, I’ve never collaborated with 100 people simultaneously on anything. But the experience and the days afterward have me thinking about our species and humanity again. A reminder that we’ve all got our own instruments, the ones we refine over the years of our life. It truly helps to consider our smaller place in the bigger picture. We contribute in our own way to further the tribe, just like different sections in an orchestra. Each piece is needed for a fuller, more luxurious experience for all.

So this is what I’ll take away from a night at the symphony – that the world isn’t that bad, there’s hope for us. And I’ll do my darndest to make life a bit better for all, even after I’m gone.

I’ve been working hard to understand language since I started writing for children. And while I ‘studied English’ in school, the focus was teaching you to communicate, not on how language can make you feel.

I was browsing a bookshop in Alice Springs on a recent trip to Central Australia when I came across this book – Lines for Birds by Barry Hill and John Wolseley. I picked it up in-store to have a browse, and there was something inside me that wouldn’t let me walk away without purchasing it. Here’s just sample of one of the poems that made my heart dance a little when I read it.

Painted Finch

Yes, and the painter did this –
touching the throat up crimson
blood-spotting the tail.

That dusty khaki coat
protecting its quivering back
ever ready for bivouac.

In the bunker of spinifex –
chunky-beak stamina
a salt and pepper attack.

Its breast, its belly
is porous with white dots
speckled with fragility.

Pecking life, pecking death.

It’s a gorgeous book in every sense. Two accomplished artists set off on a journey from the Victorian Mallee to the forest of South East Asia. They spent time with one another and captured birds in their chosen art form. Hill uses words and Wolseley uses pictures. Both are masters of their craft.

Like most poetry books, this isn’t one to read from cover to cover in a sitting or two. It occupies a convenient place in our home so when the mood strikes, I can leaf through to a random page and simply enjoy feeling language.

Geese on the wing

Never quite ready to take off: too heavy.
Their masks too thick, or plastic wrapped.

And then, even when aloft
the yellow feet hang out of a cooking pot.

The effort to climb up, above
their cloddy sounds, is mammoth.

Their flight paths break apart
are silhouettes in a wreckage – no music

to speak of: it’s so slow
disorder akin to flood.

The book has 6 sections, each is a unique habitat. In Scrub Land we see and hear Zebra Finch and Bush Curlew. In Forest, we witness a stunning Olive-backed Oriole Eating Pawpaw. This painting by Wolseley was the catalyst for the book. It began when Hill responded to the painting in Wolseley’s 2001 exhibition, Tracing the Wallace Line.

As I’m new to poetry, it’s odd for me to pick up a poetry book in-store and simply know that it’s for me. But maybe that’s sort of the point, especially with poetry. It’s beyond reason, like when you hear a song that ‘just grabs you’.

I’ve got a keen interest in birds which, given the subject matter, probably helped my decision. I’m still dipping in and out of this book almost a year later. I feel like I’ve only just begun to sense the depth that these two artists are able to reach as they collaborate with each other in this way. I’ll be posting some favourite snippets here and sending out some updates to new finds in my newsletter in the coming year. But don’t let that stop you picking up a copy for yourself. If you or someone you know likes language, birds, or visual art, I’m not sure they couldn’t enjoy this at some level.

I spend a lot of time studying fine art watercolour artists who are doing some of the most incredible work you’re ever likely to see. When I was just starting out, my wife bought me a ‘Masterclass’ with this lady I have never heard of. I had no idea who she was or what she did. But after a quick Google, I was smitten with Amanda Hyatt.

Why do I like her work? If you watch the video above, you’ll see how loose she is with applying the paint. Her touch is exquisite, her ability to capture the impression and light in a place is something akin to a magician for me. I took away a couple of really key points from her workshop that has stuck with me ever since, and you’ll probably see them in my work if you know what to look for.

1. Never clean your palette, it’s a recipe for disaster. Now, from a fine art perspective, I agree. Being able to shift colours to warm or cool while keeping them unsaturated is incredibly useful if you’re trying to capture realism. But for illustration, especially in kids books, sometimes you need that pop of a pure, clean colour. So whilst this advice is incredibly useful and insightful, something that would take years to learn, sometimes it’s OK to ignore it, as long as you’ve got a good reason.
2. Glazing is magical and a perfect way to tie elements of a painting together. I learned so much from watching Amanda glaze paintings. Her deep understanding of the transparency of the paints she’s using is evident in every stroke. The way she slaps on Ultramarine over completely dry passages of work is shocking to witness but she knows exactly what she’s doing.

The results are stunning. Watch the video below to see how she does it.

I think attending art workshops is a great way to witness different painting techniques. In the end, it’s not about copying these masters, trying to mimic everything that they do so you can ‘paint like them’. It’s really about getting a flash of inspiration and learning just a couple of things that have a deep influence on the way you continue your own art practice.

Competition has a lot of benefit. History is littered with examples of how rivalry pushed humans to achieve more in a shorter time. This is great if faster and ‘more’ are your goals. But not everyone needs to be faster, or make more.

I scroll through my algorithmically-driven Instagram feed maybe once every few days. Most of it is art – Artists posting their work. I find Instagram useful for exposing myself to new materials, tools and techniques that I would otherwise not see. It’s like an online art gallery where I can walk around and just take it all in for a while.

Like in an art gallery, many of these artists are FAR more experienced than me. I mean, like, 20 years or more. They’ve got better technique and a life time supply of content. This means they post a new item pretty much every day. And so, every few days, when I walk through this gallery, the effect it has on me will depend on how I’m feeling. If I’m feeling as though I’ve been ‘productive’ for the day, I’ll ooh and ahh over their feeds. But, if I haven’t, the opposite is true (and it’s much worse), I get overloaded with guilt. I should work harder, paint more, sketch everyday, try a new medium, experiment more, write more, try poetry, and on and on it goes.

Instead of these incredible artists fuelling a fire of inspiration, it piles on overwhelm. And overwhelm breeds stagnation. I feel stuck. What am I supposed to prioritise? Should I post looser sketches so I can post more often? Should I have a more targeted marketing strategy? Should I just go deep on an idea and ignore it all? What am I supposed to do next?

And then I close Instagram.

It takes a day or two of sitting with my own thoughts before I begin to do something. And it always happens to be something that makes me feel good at the time. Sometimes I have a few days of poetry where I write about people I see on public transport. Other days, I’m so immersed in a novel I read. Sometimes I’ll take a pen out and sketch a tree that I find particularly interesting for some reason. I walk a lot. And, inevitably, new things arise. Perhaps I hit on a new story idea, or a new character. Perhaps I stumble across a new colour combination I’ve never tried before. No matter how ‘pointless’ these whims feel at the time, it turns out that every single bit of of creative effort isn’t wasted. It’s contributing to a bigger picture. In 20 years time, it’ll be called a life’s work.

Every single bit of of creative effort isn’t wasted. It’s contributing to a bigger picture. In 20 years time, it’ll be called a life’s work.

But, this happens SO slowly. Frustratingly so. And it’s only frustratingly slow because I sit in my little Instagram bubble and compare myself with everyone else who seems to be going much faster than me. Instagram is FULL of people producing stuff, constantly, across mediums and styles that are too diverse for my poor little brain to cope with. When I look at this collection of work in the largest art exhibition on the planet, it feels like I’m slow, too deliberate, lagging behind.

But the reality is I’m working really hard. Like many artists, I have a day job that goes from 9-5. When you factor in commutes to and from the office, meals and sleep, that leaves a couple hours a day for ‘something’. And so I use that time, ferociously.

See, what I know to be true now is that there’s no competition in art. Yes, there are awards, and exhibitions, and how much money pieces are selling for, but that’s not art. That’s business.

A while ago, I started the following practice. Every few months, let’s call it 6, I look back at MY old work. I look to see how far, if any, I’ve come. If I’m NOT seeing flaws and mistakes in it, it’s a problem, but that hasn’t happened yet. Life happens, time changes you. Yes, there’s the rote practice of wielding a brush, but time makes some things more important than others. It changes priorities. What’s interesting today isn’t so tomorrow. And that’s not a bad thing.

If creative work is a lifelong pursuit and your expectations of what you will produce are always ahead of your technical ability to produce them, you don’t need external competition to drive you. Your only comparison is yourself.

So keep old work, don’t throw it in the bin, maybe lay off Instagram for a while. Focus on your own unique interpretation of the world. In the end, it’s the world that moves you to create, and we all deserve to see how you interpret it.

I’m delighted to announce that my first picture book, and my first collaboration with Jackie French have both been given a shiny notable sticker by the industry’s premier body, the CBCA.

While the last you thing any one should ever illustrate for, it’s recognition, it’s still a lovely feeling to know that someone else other than me saw something in Eric’s story, something unique and special, worth sharing with the wider world.

View all 2018 notable books

When you’re deep in the midst of creating picture books it’s easy to lose sight of the impact that your personal journey with your characters will have in the world. So, imagine my complete surprise when I found out that my first picture book, Row Row Row Your Boat, has been included in a pilot program for children in Western Australia!

Find out more about the program

The trailer is decorated, the sun is shining, there’s ice in the esky and enough ice-cream for everyone… Giddy up and come along on a fun summer sleigh ride!

For most people, the idea of ever illustrating a children’s picture book for Christmas is a dream come true. I’ve been walking around in a daze in Melbourne lately because I’m seeing a thing that I created in window displays throughout the city. Some of my favourite, most adored bookshops have *my* book front and centre! Christmas is my absolute favourite time of year and seeing Sleigh Ride in-stores feels like the most unreal Christmas present I could ever have had.

And whilst it’s still more than 2 weeks before the big day, my life feels like a dream within a dream because I just found out that the artwork for Sleigh Ride will be featuring as Scholastic Australia’s 2016 Christmas e-card!

Yep, I know, WHAT?! I can’t believe it myself.

So, as it turns out, this e-card is distributed to Scholastic Australia’s creators and their agents, their overseas customers, Australian book retailers, key accounts and reviewers – the list goes on. Just when I thought I couldn’t be more excited about Christmas!

And yes, I’m aware that this post has been all about me taking the credit for this so far but anyone who knows anything about what it takes to get a children’s book out in to the world knows it’s a team effort. Sure, I put watercolour to paper, but it’s more than me. It’s the consideration of the editor, the design team, the marketing team and everyone else who I’ve never even met who have contributed to this book that even make it remotely possible for something like this to happen. So, sure, I’ll take some credit, but I won’t take all of it.

I’m thrilled to bits that my work will reach even more people this Christmas than I would have ever thought possible so grab a candy cane, or a glass of egg nog, some ice for your esky and an ice-cream from your local Mr. Whippy and celebrate with me!

In September this year, I travelled to Greece for a gorgeous 5 weeks in the sun and sea. And, instead of putting down the pencil and paper and brushes, I packed them all up and used them to capture the sights and sounds of this stunning place.

This was my 3rd trip to Greece and I could easily spend more time there. The combination of glorious weather, beautiful beaches, stunning countryside, bustling cities and the most deliciously simple food on the planet makes this one of my favourite holiday spots (as you can probably tell by now).

The people of Greece are one of my favourite parts. They have what some people would call a ‘laissez faire’ attitude to life but it’s absolutely infectious. Days begin at 10am with a 2 hour breakfast. We have a siesta between 3-6, and then the world comes alive again at sunset and nightcaps at 1am. Rinse and Repeat.

If eating, drinking and basking in the sun isn’t enough, Greece is one of those places where you go for a short stroll and serendipitously bump in to a 2000 year old structure. They’re everywhere! And dare I say, completely invisible to the greeks. Their historical sites are somewhat sparse in content.

Will we go back to Greece?

We’ve been to Greece for our holiday 2 years in a row now and to be honest, we could easily go back. I feel we’ve only scraped the surface of this amazing place. For sketching alone, it’s an incredibly inspiring and varied place. The other advantage of course is that watercolour dries so quickly when it’s 30 degrees celsius every. single. day. So yes, we’ll go back, but probably not soon enough.

I’m completely thrilled to be able to announce that I’ll be May Gibbs Creative Time Residential Fellow (or MGCTRF) in 2017!

What this means is that I get to luxuriate in 4 weeks alone time in the Trust’s illustrator’s studio in Adelaide. The whole purpose is to immerse in writing and illustrating picture books.

It almost sounds too good to be true.

Ever since I started writing and illustrating picture books, I’ve had so many ideas for books burning holes in my notebook. But, given my schedule (including still working full-time as a software designer), I’ve found it virtually impossible to progress these ideas beyond one or two sentences. This creative time provided by the Trust gives me a whole month (!) to focus on progressing these ideas that would otherwise probably never see the light of day.

I have a passion for telling Australian stories. My aim in this time will be to walk away with at least 4 picture book storyboards that tell some unique contemporary Australian stories. If I can get more than 4 out, even better. I’ve never had the opportunity to spend so much uninterrupted time on this picture book art form so I’m not even sure how productive I can or will be.

In order to track how I go during this time, I’ll be aiming to keep (and update) a daily diary for myself. I’ll no doubt be posting to social media along the way too so if you’d like to follow along. You can do that on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter.

I’m not sure when this will happen yet except for that it will be after April 2017 and probably before September 2017.

My sincerest thanks goes to the May Gibbs Children’s Literature Trust for giving me this opportunity. To find out more about the fellowship and the other participants, see the Trust’s announcement on their website.