When I was younger, I often found myself dissatisfied with the way Christmas was being presented to me. Television, music, books, magazines, school…they weren't selling me on the idea. They weren't happy enough. They weren't marvelous enough. I wanted to feel what it was like to have magic blossom on earth.
The fault, in fact, was in the festive.
How can Christmas be ideal? What would make it ideal? Clearly the answer was in my hands – and it could only be seen on paper. I wanted to draw things that were unabashed and unreal. I wanted my drawing to be the most perfect expression of joy.
And it was so perfect, it took two scans to capture it: