I have always had a thing for mud. If composing melodic mud farts with one’s bare feet stuck deep down into swampy goop was a viable occupation — then that’s what I would have become — a musical mud man. But since there’s no money in mud, I set out in search of work that would welcome and foster my imaginative and playful hankerings. As I wandered higgledy-piggledy over life’s landscape, I happened upon an unconventional Old Lady who opened my eyes to the enchanting world of picture books. And because of her and her unorthodox ways, I discovered my vocation and now proudly stand before you a published and practicing children’s book maker.
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