A brief backstory: I got the idea to create this magazine while watching an opera about Steve Jobs. I thought that the opera was very boring, and because I was very bored, my mind started wandering. It was a sort of small epiphany, I guess, but a weird one--fueled by arias about iPhones and profit margins. But ain't that just the way?
That was a few days before my birthday, back in February. I started designing the website on the evening of my birthday, February 25. Now it is August, and now we are here. Now there is an amazing team of editors and a nice website and a blog and an editing service and a bunch of other trappings built around that initial idea. Did I think it'd get to this point? Did anyone?
Who knows? Life is weird and I'm stubborn.
I am telling you this because it is a tiny piece of my world. And when you peruse the work included in this issue, you'll see that there's no cohesive theme. We have work about love, about almost-monsters, about statues and snowboarding and what makes someone beautiful. All of these young creators have given us a tiny piece of their universe to share, some small sliver of their imagination and experience that we get the immense honor and pleasure to show to you, now.
I might be biased, but I have a lot of love for everything you're going to find here. Every artist who has found a home at Butcher Papers is carrying a small piece of the future with them, because everybody here is so young and already so, so amazingly wise beyond their years. And you, reader, will soon find yourself along for the ride. So take a close look, because the artists here are the artists that will (hopefully) be here for years and years to come.