Interview: Mysterious Post-it Note Artist John Kenn
The Knarlumps fled to the mountains and even the mountains seemed to shrink back in distaste. The craggy cliffs hid in myst and the Knarlumps hid themselves among the trees, in shame. The years stretched on too long to count and they were never seen by anyone, at least not by the gossipy sort of people who take note of events on the fringes of good society. The Mortensen girl, of course, was not the type to gossip.