Art Spiegelman
The Cartoonist Who Drew the Unspeakable
I draw ghosts with a pen, not a brush.
I never asked for Auschwitz, but it found me anyway. Through lines and shadows, I tried to make people see what words couldn't hold. My father's voice, my pen, and the silence between panels—those are where the truth hides. I work slow, because fast work forgets.
What I'm Into: pencils worn to the nub, Françoise's red ink, the smell of old paper, talking animals that don't lie, Arcade issues stacked high
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