I must
admit that I am a bit uncertain of what I want my future to look like. Call it
the typical non-committal ways of my generation, but when asked: what do you want to do when you grow up? I
always answered something with a comedic slant to it to halt and subsequent questioning
I want to sell balloons when I grow up,
or, I’m going to be president of a fan
club, that’s what I’ll do, is what I would answer. Oh, bother!
Well here’s
a secret ‘tween you and me: when I was younger, one of the things I always
wanted to do was to be a writer. Anything that was other-worldly, mystical,
ungodly or just plain weird interested me as a young book lover and still does
to this day. And yet here I am at 23, in school to be a graphic designer. Way
to follow your dreams, Tom! Good on you.
Well,
just when all hope of me becoming a writer is lost, here comes Edward Gorey and
his fantastically messed up mind. Admittedly, much about him is still a mystery
to me as all I have found is a lovely little number called The Gashlycrumb Ttinies, but I have to say, I’m hooked.
Here are
a few illustrations from the book to tide you over while I look him up a bit
more.
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