Been having too much fun compiling this new poem-picturebook - it's an exercise in imagination.
When interpreting a poem one is free to take any tack or try a number of solutions. So I sift and compile through my scrap pile, often finding older drawings that have just what I'm looking for. It occurs to me - as an illustrator I am as much an editor and chooser of images as I am a drawer.
The process of intuitively choosing the right image seems to arrive on it's own. I know exactly what I'm looking for arrives.
The idea that somehow an artist could go out and draw all that is kind of absurd.