INTRODUCTION ILLUSTRATED BY BLEU TURRELL Did you ever wonder why some people can draw and others can’t? What kind of strange magic is involved? When I was a kid, I dreamed of being a cartoonist. I spent hours and hours drawing little comic books. Then one day I looked around and saw that my drawings were like baby scribbles compared to those of the other kids in my class. I decided I’d better write instead of draw. But I’ve been fascinated by artists ever since. When I sat down to write this story, I asked myself these questions: What if an artist suddenly lost control of his painting? What if his hand started painting on its own? What if he couldn’t control it at all? How terrifying would that be? You decide…. I put my brush to the paper and drew the outline of Julie’s face. Then I added a few brushstrokes to start her hair. “Hold still,” I said. “You can’t move until I get the basic lines in.” She giggled. “Dylan, you look so serious.” I could feel myself blushing.
