I grew up reading Where the Wild Things Are and In the Night Kitchen. I thought here is someone who
understands what it is like having a little brother around. The honesty and the imagination put on paper stuck in my mind as an adult artist. I hope I never grow up either and keep my inner child forever like Mr. Sendak.
He led the life he wanted as an artist. He was a free spirit I admire and hope to meet one day
on the other side, where the wild things are.
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