He was no longer fashionable, and had not, in fact, written or published a book for several years. The children, too, were now almost alien to him: they were a generation he had not anticipated.
If the eclecticism of my illustrations is surprising, it is because my search for an aesthetic ideal helps to enrich and diversify my style. When I take my brushes to the fabric, I use vitality and depth to underline the paradoxes of the human drama.
At the time, I never questioned why I might be reading so many books. Books were awesome! That was about the sum of it.
The breath of chaos / Howled there like a solar wind / Too strong to ride, too wild to trust:
