Ever since I was very young, as far back as I can remember, I have loved making pictures. I knew even as a child that, when I grew up, I would be an artist of some kind. The lovely feeling of my pencil touching paper, a crayon making a star shape in my sketchbook, or my brush dipping into bright and colorful paints โ these things affect me as joyfully today as they did all those years ago.
Eric CarleOne Sunday morning the warm sun came up and - pop! - out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar.
Eric CarleHe built a small house, called a cocoon, around himself. He stayed inside for more than two weeks. Then he nibbled a hole in the cocoon, pushed his way out and... he was a beautiful butterfly!
Eric Carle