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ëëThere is nothing quite like the acute consciousness of being alive on a very strange planet. This is what attracts me to science fiction, because everything to me can be seen as science fiction. Going to your local supermarket, for instance, is a mundane experience only because we are so used to it. But when we pause and think about what we are seeing and doing, the strangeness of it, itís not unlike a science fiction story.
ëëMy picture books are essentially an attempt to subversively re-imagine everyday experience along these lines. Iím particularly attracted to realizing fictional places and events that are metaphors for our own, on one hand surreal and on the other strongly resonant and recognizable.
ëëI donít think Iíve ever painted an image as a reproduction of what Iím seeing, even when Iím working in front of it. Iím always trying to create some kind of parallel equivalent, a serious caricature that emphasizes a particular idea or feeling about the subject. All drawing and writing is, after all, one kind of abstraction or another.íí
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ëëWhen I was about eleven I discovered reruns of The Twilight Zone on TV late at night and became hooked. I wanted to read these sorts of stories, and found in the library one of those ëInterested in Science Fiction?í bookmarks that listed about two dozen writers in every genre, in alphabetical order. Ray Bradbury was up the top, and I didnít get much further, ending up reading virtually everything he wrote during my teens. I loved his intriguing fairytale places, at once sensual and sinister, as convincing and unbelievable as dreams. I read a lot of other writers I could find in bookstores and libraries, and began to write my own short stories — quite prolifically — in the hope of one day getting published. I have a small pile of rejection letters as testament to this ambition!íí
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ëë Iím pretty omnivorous when it comes to influences, and I like to admit this openly. Readers of The Lost Thing often notice my parodies of famous paintings by artists like Edward Hopper, or slight references to the medieval artist Hieronymus Bosch. I could list hundreds of illustrators, writers, cartoonists, photographers, filmmakers, and artists (both ancient and modern) who influence me by virtue of the fact that Iím interested in their work, but it changes from time to time. (At the moment, for instance, Iím quite interested in Raymond Briggs, Edward Gorey, and Polish poster art.) I would also have to include equally important influences like streets, clouds, jokes, times of the day, people, animals, the way paint runs down a canvas, or colors go together. And thereís always something to discover, usually in the same old stuff youíve been looking at every day. As Iíve said, everything is fundamentally mysterious.íí
