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I think it probably all started in a sand box, designing roads and bridges and cities. I don't remember when I began to draw, but the feeling of creating is the same to me, no matter what the media.

Everyone says practice, practice, practice... but I just keep trying to make the next project work out better, or put down an image that bothers me until I finish it. I've had some setbacks along the way and had to relearn a lot, but even when I've set myself to practice something in particular, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. I don't think to myself "Ah, today is a cat day." when I wake up, but sometimes I think "Ah, today was a cat day." when I go to sleep. (It can be very frustrating to have a dragon day when you need to draw a cat.)

I hope that in the artwork I've already done, people will find things that make them laugh, or find a story or a dream, or just share a bit of amazement. I'm not giving up yet though, I want to be able to show people things I see when my eyes are closed, though I can't do it yet. It's possible though, it's the same as knowing the dress in an old black and white movie is red, remember it's red, and being shocked that the movie isn't in color the next time you see it. I want to do that.

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22 Apr 2024

We’d been on holiday at the Shoon Sea only three days when the incident occurred. Dr. Gar had been staying there a few months for medical research and had urged me and my friend Shooshooey to visit.
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Tu enfiles longuement la chemise des murs,/ tout comme d’autres le font avec la chemise de la mort.
The little monster was not born like a human child, yelling with cold and terror as he left his mother’s womb. He had come to life little by little, on the high, three-legged bench. When his eyes had opened, they met the eyes of the broad-shouldered sculptor, watching them tenderly.
Le petit monstre n’était pas né comme un enfant des hommes, criant de froid et de terreur au sortir du ventre maternel. Il avait pris vie peu à peu, sur la haute selle à trois pieds, et quand ses yeux s’étaient ouverts, ils avaient rencontré ceux du sculpteur aux larges épaules, qui le regardaient tendrement.
We're delighted to welcome Nat Paterson to the blog, to tell us more about his translation of Léopold Chauveau's story 'The Little Monster'/ 'Le Petit Monstre', which appears in our April 2024 issue.
For a long time now you’ve put on the shirt of the walls,/just as others might put on a shroud.
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