when i was in my first years of primary school, one night there were magical "fairies" out in the backyard.
looking back, i guess it was just kids with strong torches shining them onto the low clouds, but at the time, i was convinced it was magic, and my parents took me outside to see them. when i woke up the next morning, a book was at the end of my bed, apparently left for me by the fairies. i was thrilled.

so, this picture is about not denying your inner 5 year old. being able to keep that sense of wonder and magic and playfulness is an important part of being an artist. lose that, and before long you'll find yourself a regular at tupperware parties, dressed in beige.
this is a purely gratuitous picture to feed the five year old part of my brain