This morning I woke up and received an invitation via email to participate in a group show with a number of artists that I greatly admire. I was so excited about it that I started shrieking (albeit quitely so I wouldn’t disturb the woman with the gigantic ears who lives below me), and my children, particularly my 6 year old, could not understand why I was so happy to make art when, according to him, I’m doing that all the time. Unfortunately the show will be happening in another country so I don’t think I’ll make the opening.

The first round of sketches for the illustration job I’m currently working on are complete, and I have to admit I’m a little nervous! What if they hate them?