When I was young, I read a lot: picture books, zoo magazines, chapter books, graphic novels, historical fiction, trashy novels, mainstream science ficion, fantasy, blah blah blah. Warning: Having no television can do this to you. To this day, I can (and do) spend hours in the picture book section of the book store.
Sayonara, Mrs. Kackleman is a book that, apparently, made a huge impact on me. I think I related to it at first because it was about not practicing piano, but now I'm thinking maybe it was the beginning of me thinking about the "East" and places far away. (See the art classes, history classes, and entire thesis that I would fit into other categories and requirements, while avoiding any "East Asian Studies" requirements).
It was also when I fell in Love with Maira Kalman.
If I could grow up, and be her, I would.
Read anything she writes. Look at anything she paints/draws/makes. Listen to what she says/composes.
from here
This is a TO BE CONTINUED post, obvs. Next season.
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