![]() ![]() Now, however, “Its four equal sides were confining. Turn the page, and the pieces have gleefully reassembled themselves into a fountain that “babbled and giggled and clapped.” The palette modulates from reds to golds to blues and greens as Tuesday brings a garden full of flowers, Wednesday a verdant park and so on until Sunday, when the square reverts to its perfect state of squareness. The facing page shows a matching (but smaller) red square in a definite state of disarray. It wasn’t perfectly square anymore.” The text for this sequence is set in bold white type on a perfectly square red page. On Monday, a heretofore “perfectly happy” perfect square was “cut into pieces and poked full of holes. With a familiar sequence - the days of the week - as a backdrop, the emphasis this time is on the endless possibilities afforded by unexpected and nominally negative events. ![]() ![]() Close on the heels of his rollicking, rhyming ode to animals and their attitudes (“ My Heart Is Like a Zoo”), Michael Hall again engineers geometric shapes and bold colors into a simple but expressive story. ![]()
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