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I Have Been Doodling With Ink And Watercolor On Paper All My Life. It's My Way Of Stirring Up My Imagination To See What I Find Hidden In My Head. I Call The Results Dream Pictures, Fantasy Sketches, And Even Brain-sharpenin G Exercises.

I Wanted To Be Acknowledged As An Artist, Not Just Some Kiddie-book Artist.

Children Surviving Childhood Is My Obsessive Theme And My Life's Concern.

A Book Is Really Like A Lover. It Arranges Itself In Your Life In A Way That Is Beautiful. Even As A Kid, My Sister, Who Was The Eldest, Brought Books Home For Me, And I Think I Spent More Time Sniffing And Touching Them Than Reading. I Just Remember The Joy Of The Book, The Beauty Of The Binding. The Smelling Of The Interior. Happy.

Then One Day My Sister Abandoned Me At The 1939 World's Fair, And That Incident Is The Essence Of In The Night Kitchen. I Was Standing There With Hundreds Of Other People Waving Back At The Little Midgets Dressed Like Bakers When I Turned Around And My Sister Was Gone! The Next Thing I Know I'm Screaming And Crying And Policemen Are Taking Me To A Big Place With Tons Of Kids Who Had All Been Abandoned Like Me. At Least I Was Old Enough To Give Them A Name And An Address.