The Little Things That Make a Big Difference Gosh, it feels like just yesterday I was sitting in my little studio, mug of builder's tea steaming beside me, watching my old dog, Barnaby, chase a sunbeam across the floor. He's always been my muse, that one, with his goofy grin and tail that never stops wagging. It got me thinking, as it often does when I'm sketching, about how we carry the things and people we love with us, not just in our hearts but sometimes, literally, around our necks. That's really where the heart of so much of what we do comes from, isn't it? It’s about bottling up those w...
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