![]() ![]() Now, however, “Its four equal sides were confining. ![]() Turn the page, and the pieces have gleefully reassembled themselves into a fountain that “babbled and giggled and clapped.” The palette modulates from reds to golds to blues and greens as Tuesday brings a garden full of flowers, Wednesday a verdant park and so on until Sunday, when the square reverts to its perfect state of squareness. ![]() The facing page shows a matching (but smaller) red square in a definite state of disarray. It wasn’t perfectly square anymore.” The text for this sequence is set in bold white type on a perfectly square red page. On Monday, a heretofore “perfectly happy” perfect square was “cut into pieces and poked full of holes. With a familiar sequence - the days of the week - as a backdrop, the emphasis this time is on the endless possibilities afforded by unexpected and nominally negative events. Close on the heels of his rollicking, rhyming ode to animals and their attitudes (“ My Heart Is Like a Zoo”), Michael Hall again engineers geometric shapes and bold colors into a simple but expressive story. ![]()
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