On a blank page without panels or speech bubbles, Perrine Rouillon has invented LittleLine, an ink-drawn alter ego who, with her poetry and tenderness, has a dialogue with her creator (and, consequently, with us) opening up a personal world that’s both cruel and wonderfully silly.
“What are you doing, LittleLine?
why? I have to do something?
can’t I just be?”
“At a distance it looks like scribbles, up close it’s hilarious schizo-philosophy. Every thing being in everything, as usual the LittleLine is you when you’re introspective, but it’s also the author curling up on herself; in sum, it’s both God and nothing, it’s a haïku in a drawing, minimalist, incomparable in its sheer originality… and above all impossible to describe in ten lines. It has to be seen! “ (Charlie Hebdo)
“God, the Devil, Death, what it is to be in love? Do you really exist when you are a drawing? So many topics we can just mull over. With this, Perrine Rouillon, takes us by surprise, touches us, moves us. “ (Le Matricule des anges)