The Imposter and the Illustrator

A few nights ago, I attended an event where I couldn’t stop laughing whenever someone asked if I was an illustrator.

In the presence of so many people with impressive skills and creative careers, I felt like an imposter.

I couldn’t bring myself to say out loud that I am an illustrator—yet I have no trouble labelling myself that way at work.

This week, I’ve taken some time to remind myself that yes, I am an illustrator—among other creative roles—and yes, I deserve to say it out loud, even in front of inspiring people.

It helps me to know that other creative folk face issues, even if they differ from my experience.

I like returning to this Rebecca Green post, to remind me to get back to drawing and back to analogue inspiration.

Have you ever struggled with a form of imposter syndrome? What gets you through the crap times?

My journey with art

I have an intrinsic relationship with art; however, at times, I fall into the rut of not creating anything.

To combat this, I’m relaunching my blog to use when I can’t find inspiration and of course, you’re welcome to join me on this journey.

This week, my inspiration came from meeting a bookshop cat and learning how to knit socks for the first time.

I hope you’re all well, both old and new readers. Do let me know what you’re enjoying or making this week.