I still don’t know where she came from. The best explanation I have is Jack found her. Jack tends to do this all the time - finds people online and infects me. It’s like a disease, the sudden attachment and devotion. All I know is she wasn’t here one minute and the next she’s the spokesperson/poster child for Don’t Look.

Linn Næss has rapidly become one of my favorite artists. Her delicate, black ink dancing in white space bedevils my imagination in every cover done for Don’t Look (which would be every one to date, save #2). The way her figures’ hair flows not only defies gravity but drags you along its dreamy path. There are whole stories in that hair.

I was lucky enough to see pictures of her graduating art show (I hope I got that right). With the same anticipation as a sugar-whacked kid hearing Santa’s boots scrape down the chimney, I cannot wait to see what new snares she’ll create.

On top of all that budding talent, as if that wasn’t reason enough to despise her, she’s a terribly wonderful and giving person. Who else would ship pictures from a photography class to use in our website’s header free of charge? It’s her comic shop that carries free copies of Don’t Look because she runs by and restocks regularly (though I’m starting to suspect it’s an excuse to read comics). She digs up and beats wonderful writers to contribute.

Is there anything she can’t do?

I wonder if she can cook a three minute egg without making it too runny…

When I decided to do this little experiment entitled Don’t Look minizine, I worried I would be all alone. Time is limited for everyone. I knew if this was going to go anywhere but into my regret file, I would have to find exceptionally demented masochists willing to work for no money. Who knew you could find them on the Scandinavian Peninsula?

Not only has she improved the quality of the zine and the content of the website, Linn Næss made Don’t Look international - something I definitely envisioned. If it wasn’t for her, Don’t Look wouldn’t be as successful as it is.

For that, I shall forever be in her debt. Now, where’s that egg?