This week I'm sharing one of my most precious Phoebe illustrations with you, one I have been holding very close to my heart. In fact, it hasn't seen the light of day until now. It was created last year after a 6 month spell from doing no Phoebe illustrations at all. Sort of a creative coma - an artistic block - I was unable to actually do a finished colour illo. Sounds weird, I know, but just like a writers block, it takes a lot to break through it. This was the magic Phoebe that broke the drought...

Phoebe felt blah. She was over it, in fact, she was over everything. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. Even making lists didn’t seem to help. What was her problem? Why was everything such a mess? How did it get this bad? She didn’t even know herself in the mirror anymore. It just made her want to crawl back inside her cocoon and hide, Maybe if she disappeared for a while, someone else would sort it all out. Then she could re emerge like a beautiful butterfly, refreshed and renewed, back into a perfectly sorted life and start again.

Sometimes you just need a little magic to get you through... x