This week I'm working on endpaper illustrations and a few other bits and pieces for Maggie and Oliver, a middle-grade novel by author Valerie Hobbs.
There's always a stage in the process where I think the art looks like blech. Most times I can work through it. (Figured this out after years of self-torture.)
Usually my desk looks something like below. My hairy little assistants are always ready to help. (Between nap breaks, that is.) Luckily I also have a standing desk. Keeps the ol' spine happy.
Here's another piece from the book: