Here are some illustrations from my first picture book Kalah, written a life time ago now around 1982. It never got published and looking back at it I can see why. The story is really bad about a wild creature who is captured in the Blue Mountains and put on display in the city. In the end he escapes but not through his own ingenuity. It is all too placid and dull. I didn’t get as far as sending it off to publishers. I did show it to a well known illustrator though who was very generous with his time.
I can see its weaknesses easily now but not then. In any creative pursuit, the thing we must always strive for is raising our standard. And the way to do this is with more seeing, more reading and more doing.
Read the best literature, look at the best art.