For Nana
For Nana
My grandmother refused to be called Grandmother. I called her Nana or Nanny. My grandfather I called Dah. Both very important people in my life. Dah died when I was 12 after falling deeply into Alzheimer's. Nana cut herself off from the world then. Both had their minds escape them and lost recognition of reality. This short book illustrates the layers and thoughts around mind and memory. Translucent images of the Tucson desert where they lived are layered with photos and drawings. The front and back covers are made with a Japanese paper. A tribute to their time in Japan during WWII which was a nostalgia they both held onto.
From a Dream
Mountain on the Shelf
Growing Up
Growing Up
This book is about my adolencence.
Out
Out
Out is a book about loss.