I’m walking hurriedly down the road in a crop top and waist-high jeans, pearlescent lips, in the direction of my best friend’s house. She lives up the road. I’m upset, and I don’t know why; while I want to punch something or somebody, pretty hard too, I also want to cry.
Writing by Sarah J Coleman aka Inkymole, illustrator and lettering artist.
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My university tutor, colleague and leader of the degree course that set me on my path, Bal Nandra, died on Monday morning. That’s him leaning on the…
When I’ve totally invested in a book via my illustrations, I want that book to do well. Not only for myself, because of course I’ll be earning a modest…
A transcript (ish) of my interview for Speakers4Schools this week, covering copyright, life as an illustrator, the myth of creativity…and AI. This is a…
I’m at the tail end — seeing the ‘light at the end of the tunnel’ — of making a brand new website, starting totally from scratch and focussing on all…

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