When I Was Growing Up In The

It Certainly Was An Important Moment For Me, That Realization That I Was Not Going To Get What I Wanted. It Was Very Freeing. I Keep Using That Word "freeing" Or "liberating." I Feel Like Houdini Sometimes, Like I'm Just Getting Out Of One Set Of Shackles After Another, Hanging Upside Down Inside A Burlap Bag With Handcuffs On. Hopefully One Day, I'm Going To Get Out Of This Tank Of Water.

The Web Is My Unconscious But It's Also A Wish -- A Fantasy Of What My Own Creativity Might Look Like If I Weren't Constantly Impeding Its Flow.

Even Drawing Gray Hair At All Is Difficult To Render In Black And White.

Was Daedalus Really Stricken With Grief When Icarus Fell Into The Sea? Or Just Disappointed By The Design Failure

Nancy Drew Was Always Changing Her Outfits. I Despised Girls' Clothing, I Couldn't Wait To Get Home From School And Get Out Of It. The Last Thing I Wanted To Read Was Minute Descriptions Of Nancy's Frocks.