From LIFE AND DEATH OF ERLING MUNRO: a graphic poem
This new project (2015) initially inspired more by cinematic story boards than graphic novels, attempts the narrative of my son's birth and the day he died from the my perspective.
* I've been asked "What Happened??" a thousand times. here is the answer in six pages.
In "Client-Pump-Repeat" a ritual done in broom closets and bathrooms every few hours by every nursing mother is depicted. Expressing breast milk is an invisible, uncomfortable, and time consuming act.
** "So I texted Sabrina to let her know I'd be going to the store on my way to get Munro and would be there in about 40 minutes. I went into the grocery store where I had no service. HK's had turned four just yesterday and I was preparing for her party in another 3 days. As I exited the parking lot, the phone flooded with 2 words: Missed Call."
Then the texts came through. He'd been taken via ambulance to a hospital, but which one? I got there finally. And because it's LA, I threw my key to the valet at the ER. I was greeted by woman who saidAre you Mom? She took me back to the rooms. I pulled the curtain and the doctor asked What does she know? Talk to her! My son, surrounded by five doctors, interns, and residents, lay flat on his back, arms out, mouth gaping. The curtain closed and I had two question for the intern Is He Breathing? Is He Gone?
In To Care for Him in Death as We Cared For Him in Life, I used squares to divide the page like sticky notes listing the tasks at hand. I became extraordinarily pragmatic. Once all my tasks in the hospital were completed, the structure was gone. Also depicted is a memory box (upper rt hand corner)given by the social worker in the ER.
I am currently exploring ways to use the memory boxes to display my work.