It was almost called (don’t laugh) Guilt and Pride of a White Girl in the Suburbs. Thankfully Andy saved me from using that title. It’s awful, isn’t it?
Under a time crunch, I went with the less melodramatic but more descriptive, 13 Memories, Two Funerals, One Lie & a Secret.
All this to say: my sketchbook has delivered. Posts about the creative process are forthcoming.
The Brooklyn Art Library will be adding it to their digital collection, but in the meantime, you can see my slapdash scans of the whole book here. Enjoy.