Saturday, July 15, 2017
I found the book I’d wanted for a long time at where else but Lightroom Bookstore. There were just three copies and the owner had ferreted them away somewhere inside rather than put them out on display. She brought it out to show it to a friend of mine when I gasped and pounced on it.
Back home, turning through the pages was like being within a meditation, a prayer. This is illustration at its best and purest. The minimalism of the pictures and their muted color reverentially lift the story and gently carry it forward. When you reach the last page and close the book, you simply sit quietly for a while.