I painted in the evenings and while my one year old had her daytime naps, and her naps never seemed long enough for the work that I wanted to do. I worked on a coffee table and had to clear it all up whenever I stopped.
Most of the books that I worked on after that were painted at a table in my bedroom…until I’d painted enough illustrations to afford a studio in my garden.
Recently I’ve been sorting out my studio, and looking through the artwork that’s been piling up. I realise that I need to make some space for my new work (both physically and mentally)…I don’t really need to hang on to all these paintings.
And I still love the fact that I can spread this many paintings out in one room without having to put them on a bed or worrying that someone will stand/crawl/draw/scribble on them!