I think there was a time when I was very young that I loved those little Beatrix Potter books. I don't know how I felt about the stories, but that little beautifully and warmly rendered world of the drawings, and maybe even the little size of the books, was so captivating. The ridiculous ease with which I can bring this quality to my library, which has always been ten percent Beatrix Potter to me anyway, is...
Alarming?
Evil?
The first step in the fall of art?
Delightful?
There it is. Delightful!
The last picture is of perennial clerkmanifesto muse Dan. It doesn't entirely capture his likeness, just his soul.
It makes me kind of want to do portraits of all my co workers in this style- a little set!
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