Fabulist!

ART + COMICS

I had it sussed. Papercuts, I knew, were those agonising slices, little nicks to torment and mock.

Not so.

Papercuts, it seems, are creatures of light and shadow, of fabulous delicacy and winding, perilous lattices, of fairies and demons and shifting, sliding colours.

No need to paper over the cracks; that's how the light gets in.

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