I have mentioned before that I think of life as being rather like Frank Loyd Wright's design for the Guggenheim in New York city: a spiral up which one proceeds, being able to look back at areas passed on the way. This morning I suddenly had a glimpse of an area which I had not thought about for many years.
I went to have my haircut in the nearby town, and having time to spare visited the local museum. The temporary exhibitions can be quite interesting. This time the show was of work by Dave McKean. He is an illustrator, graphic designer, writer, film maker, and much admired and collected.
Many years ago I was commissioning editor of a fiction list for young adults, and published several fantasy titles. I always enjoyed commissioning the art for these titles because of the broad range of creativity of the illustrators and designers matching the imagination of the authors. It was therefore with great delight that I went round the exhibition this morning. It is so good to have unlooked-for input of quality which makes me stop and think, admire and assess, and look into corners of my memory which had become hidden under the dust of subsequences.