Richard Jesse Watson

Books are herds of words and images trapped in the amber of space/time for eternity. When Richard writes or illustrates, he goes fishing in the Outer Hebrides of the cosmos to net the odd new flying fish, or spear floating mixed metaphors and chimerical memories with a fondue fork to line them up like little cheese soldiers awaiting orders from headquarters. Those cockroaches who scatter are rounded up and oxymoronically trained into wild mustangs. Richard lives in Washington state.

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