E.H.Shepard was one of the first artists whose work came to my attention.
I can remember sitting on my bedroom floor, maybe aged two or three, poring over his illustrations for A.A. Milnes' Winnie the Pooh books.
I was so enchanted that I even wanted to be called Christopher Robin.
Yesterday, I found a little book of poems by Georgette Agnew in a junk shop – printed in 1927.
It's illustrated by E.H. Shepard, and the drawings are wonderful. The lines are elegant and beautiful – 'aesthetically pleasing', shall we say – and yet they are also full of such sweetness, humour and magic.
It was lovely to revisit his work - sometimes it's really worth it to take yourself back to your earliest sparks of inspiration.
I'm going to take the bank holiday Monday off. So I look forward to checking in with you again on Tuesday! I'm wishing you all a lovely spring break with plenty of chocolate.