Robbi, Tilly, and I had been working in the studio all afternoon. We were starting to feel a bit stale. So I decided to mix things up a bit by doing a bit of writing. Here’s what I came up with:

A small curd named Franz was melancholy. There were so many curds in the world that resembled him in every way. Same color, same texture, same relative size. He was neither distinguished nor celebrated. Such was his thirst for notoriety, that he would have gladly perpetrated hideous crimes. But he was handless and inert, sentient yet incapable of self-determination.

I was pleased with the short and stirring tale of Franz, but rather than stuff it into some folder that would never again see the light of day, I decided to send it to Tilly to see what might happen.

Here’s what I wrote: “Here is some language for you to illustrate. Take a break and draw!”

A few minutes later, I got this in my inbox.

Long live collaboration. More than one head is simply better. Especially when the other head is Tilly’s.