The bristling eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. Mesmerized, the
boy watched them disappear under the hanging thatch of white hair.
There, almost coyly, they remained just out of sight for a moment,
before suddenly descending with a terrible finality and weight.
I believe that dreams - day dreams, you know, with your eyes wide
open and your brain machinery whizzing - are likely to lead to the
betterment of the world. The imaginative child will become the
imaginative man or woman most apt to create, invent, and therefore
to foster civilization. A prominent educator tells me that fairy tales
are of untold value in developing imagination in the young.
I believe it.
I would describe Megan as a master of visual personality. Take
the first image, for example - each character has a specific posture,
expression, and visual leaning that fantastically communicate her
personality. And no two are alike. There are characters here
already, waiting for words, for histories, for paths to travel down.