Long ago, long before the birds had feathers, long before turtles had shells, long before fish flew through the air, long ago there was a child. The child lived alone in a cave, but he did not know he was alone, and he was not lonely. The cave spoke to him, in gurgles and whispers from deep within the caverns of the mountain, the sounds of water dripping into stalactites and the sounds of lava rumbling through chambers. The boy drew on the damp walls of the cave, he drew his hands, he drew the sun, he drew the ferns that surrounded him in the forest, he drew the monkeys that flew through the trees so quickly they weren't really there. The child slept, and grew, and drew, and listened to the mountain, and over the years, over many hundreds of years, he grew into a man.
dealer list for the NY Antiquarian Book Fair, and timetable, and maps
summer plans, in process