My House Had Suddenly Turned Into A

I Guess I See A Part Of Myself In Everyone I Write About. I Tend To Write About Kids Who Are Obsessed With Something, And Even Though I Have Never Been Good With Machines The Way Hugo Is, I Did Love Miniature Things When I Was A Kid.

Ben Remembered Reading About Curators In "wonderstruck", And Thought About What Id Meant To Curate Your Own Life, As His Dad Had Done Here. What Would It Be Like To Pick And Choose The Objects And Stories That Would Go In Your Own Cabinet? How Would Ben Curate His Own Life? And Then, Thinking About His Museum Box, And His House, And His Books, And The Secret Room, He Realized He'd Already Begun Doing It. Maybe, Thought Ben, We Are All Cabinets Of Wonders.

Like A Mermaid Rising From An Ocean Of Paper, The Girl Emerged Across The Room.

I Think When I'm Drawing, I'm Seeing What's Happening On The Page Almost As If It Were Unfolding Like A Movie In My Head.

Time Can Play All Sorts Of Tricks On You. In The Blink Of An Eye, Babies Appear In Carriages, Coffins Disappear Into The Ground, Wars Are Won And Lost, And Children Transform, Like Butterflies, Into Adults.