The Park Bench

Chabouté's minimalist and expressive illustrations evoke such deep feelings—did the artwork come first or the story? I wonder how the visual choices shaped the narrative's mood.

The quiet moments on the bench brought back memories of fleeting encounters and lost time. Am I the only one who found it bittersweet and relatable?

The park bench becomes a powerful symbol, but I wonder if the choice was driven by a desire to focus on small, universal human moments rather than grand plots.