A notebook I filled the week my grand mother died a year ago.
I could not show it before because it was a very intimate object in every way possible. I drew the first half the day she died, like no one would never read it. Now I can post it because what I drew there is no longer part of me and I can appreciate it as an actual comic, even more knowing that it spent a week in my pocket so it could help me think anytime.
Edit: i made a little website so it can be read properly
Ce billet susceptible de comporter du contenu pour adultes a été caché par précaution.
Ce billet susceptible de comporter du contenu pour adultes a été caché par précaution.
