When I was a full-time magazine journalist, I did what I did best and that was writing. I loved art and I wrote about it, but I also I believed that I couldn't draw or paint. One day out of the blue, I bought a small set of watercolours and started sketching. I started very simply, and kept going, learning, enjoying, and learning some more.
When I became a freelance writer, one of my assignments was a monthly food column. The column was illustrated by someone who didn't understand what I was writing about; illustrations, after all, have to echo the subject matter. There has to be a connection between the two. I thoroughly disliked those illustrations, not least because they were boring. Come one, I thought, let's dance a little, let's have a little humour, like this:
But what to do? It wasn't as if I could do it. Or could I?
There was only one way to know: I was going to try, and if I failed, so be it.
And I presented my editor with a package deal. I would both write and illustrate my column. He looked at my sketches and agreed.
This was my first illustration.
And somewhere along the line, I began to enjoy creating the artwork a little more than writing the column....
Simplicity is the removal of the useless and the unnecessary--source unknown