Sarah Ball is the woman I would want to illustrate my children’s books – then again, maybe she’d give them ideas. Her paintings are the stuff of childhood fantasy – a world without adults, where wild animals tower larger then life, where a moonlight walk through a snowy wood isn’t at all out of the ordinary. Her work is the kind which allows imagination to run rampant, a blend of the gentle and the ominous, so ripe with narrative they wouldn’t even need text to accompany them. Dream on, Ms. Ball, dream on! I’ll be watching.