Annabelle has a slender neck and complicated eyes. You think they smile at you at first, but a closer look reveal determination and dangerous intent.
It’s nighttime in Nuremburg and my parents have closed the door. Some time passes and the yellow light streaming under the door goes dark. The entire room is still illuminated with the light of the city, there are no shadows. I feel that I have stepped into another world. I must explore this strange new dimension, but the bars of my crib hold me prisoner. A deluge of water begins silently pouring through the airconditioning vent, filling the room. It’s not real water, it’s cartoon water and cartoon fish and other strange things swim around the room. I am not asleep. Maybe sleepwalking, but this isn’t completely a dream. It’s a mashup, dream and reality. The room is still there and I am still standing in my crib, breathing cartoon water.
That’s my possibly my earliest memory, and it illustrates the power that comic book or cartoon images hold over me. I like when you can see the sketch lines, and a simple, but amazing color scheme doesn’t hurt either.
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