Carry Me is a sad story about life and death. I wrote it not long after my daughter was born. We were walking across an overgrown field not far from our house on a summer afternoon and I was struck with an overwhelming sense of my own mortality. When I got home I wrote a short synopsis and then spent the next few weeks drawing it straight into my sketchbook.
A5, heavyweight paper, 28 pages.
(I'm down to my last few copies of this book, once they are gone they are gone.)