I Grew Up In A House That

And Now," Cried Max, "let The Wild Rumpus Start!

I Was Sickly As A Child And Gravitated To Books And Drawing. During My Early Teen Years, I Spent Hundreds Of Hours At My Window, Sketching Neighborhood Children At Play. I Sketched And Listened, And Those Notebooks Became The Fertile Field Of My Work Later On. There Is Not A Book I Have Written Or A Picture I Have Drawn That Does Not, In Some Way, Owe Them Its Existence.

William Blake Really Is Important, My Cornerstone. Nobody Ever Told Me Before He Did That Childhood Was Such A Damned Serious Business.

If Children Are Different From Us, They Are More Spontaneous. Grown-up Lives Have Become Overlaid With Dross.

And Max, The King Of All Wild Things, Was Lonely And Wanted To Be Where Someone Loved Him Best Of All.