When they sent me my blank sketchbook, it sat on my desk, not started, for months. I wasn't inspired with the right "idea". I was, however, obsessed with my usual ruminating about life and death and the nuances it shadows onto my life. I finally decided to put my obsession, though starkly personal and dark, into play and use the material for my book. I incorporated buddhist funeral papers I found in Chinatown, orange ribbon, black netting (to symbolize black 1940s hats that may be worn to church funerals), my original photos cut into squares to symbolize the perfect cut-out of existence that is never the reality, my pencil and ink drawings, and my original prose printed on acetate. I actually rebinded the booklet to incorporate the acetate between the pages. Here are some images of my process:
