Knowing what to write about on a blog is difficult, it’s far too easy to waffle on about needless problems thinking everyone reading it actually cares; I know they don’t. This blog I hope will just reflect what I would want to read (or not read in some cases) – telling the honest and, perhaps, boring truth of trying to break into freelance.
The one question I always ask myself, and wonder about others, is whether I was always meant to be an illustrator. Is it simply a case of talent? or is it just a skill that we can teach ourselves? And if this is the case why have I chosen this career path if I could of easily chose another instead.
I know one thing for sure, I have always been a “drawer”. Through nursery I was always at the colouring table. At primary school, I drew all over my jotters (I know terrible!) and at high school I took all the subjects that let me be creative. It was almost inevitable that I’d end up doing something artistic at university; I just thought graphic design was the safest bet. Even if I’d ended up in an “ordinary” job I would have always needed a creative hobby to tide me over. Getting all nostalgic I took this opportunity to have a look at some of the drawings my mum decided to keep; can always count on mums to be sentimental over childhood doodles. I think I was around 12ish when I drew these particular "masterpieces".
I also took the opportunity to redraw some characters I created back when I was in primary school as they have a certain similarity to illustrations I'm working on at the moment. Maybe they'll make their way into my work. Clearly always liked drawing bears.
Bye for now