A little stack of art journals I began exploding into in 2015, after my first visit to a concentration camp. For decades I’d harbored a secret curiosity (aka obsession) about WW2, but was afraid to approach it. Too much death, trauma, and sadness ... ... ... but ... ... ... here I am in 2018, looking at a 545 page ‘final’ draft of my book (545!!! How the heck did that happen?!?). It’s waiting for my meticulously considered slashes to bring down the page count ... then it’s off to the printers and into your mailbox. These babies you see here are where it all started - and I NEVER imagined I’d publish a book on the topic. I am so freaking full of emotion about this project, and seriously can’t wait to share it with you!