Tove Jansson Quotes

They Never Asked, "Were You Able To Work Today?" Maybe They Had, Twenty Or Thirty Years Earlier, But They'd Gradually Learned Not To. There Are Empty Spaces That Must Be Respected - Those Often Long Periods When A Person Can't See The Pictures Or Find The Words And Needs To Be Left Alone.
When Mari Came In, Jonna Was On A Ladder Building Shelves In Her Front Hall. Mari Knew That When Jonna Started Putting Up Shelves She Was Approaching A Period Of Work. Of Course The Hall Would Be Far Too Narrow And Cramped, But That Was Immaterial. The Last Time, It Was Shelves In The Bedroom And The Result Had Been A Series Of Excellent Woodcuts. She Glanced Into The Bathroom As She Passed, But Jonna Had Not Yet Put Printing Paper In To Soak, Not Yet. Before Jonna Could Do Her Graphic Work In Peace, She Always Spent Some Time Printing Up Sets Of Earlier, Neglected Works - A Job That Had Been Set Aside So She Could Focus On New Ideas. After All, A Period Of Creative Grace Can Be Short.

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