I worked on some really enjoyable illustration projects a couple months back for an agency client, and it gave me a really good flavour of what a full working week as an illustrator might look like.
Of course it was partly divine because, other than a few coaching calls, me and my pencil hung out together all week, which I loved. But it was also a bit stifling, which threw me, because my expectations were that I’d feel 100% nourished and wholesome and lush!
So I sat with my feelings for a bit, little bit annoyed with myself because I really wanted to enjoy it, trying to work out what my body [read: my reaction] was trying to tell me.
= I don’t want to *just* illustrate.
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