i’m in the middle of an illustration job at the moment, and until an hour ago had been in that limboland where the client has the sketch you sent them late last night, and has yet to tell you whether or not to get back to the drawing board.

turns out all is good. phew.

the illustration incorporates a child’s drawing, in fact a simulated child’s drawing, by me. this is a challenging prospect because it usually irritates me when i see “child’s drawings” in television ads or whatever, where the artwork has obviously been made by a grownup art director. maybe i need to instigate some regression by watching some children’s daytime tv and eating chocolate biscuits.

on my desk i have my long-neglected box of crayolas. the smell of the (nontoxic) wax is intoxicating.

someone help me before i pull a ralph wiggum.