My antiwar-themed work consists of three pairs of illustrations and a smoke-filled volume. Respectively, they are Baby born of war, Nothing seems to have changed and Ebb Tide.

I used to say that I didn’t think it would fit on a wall, but that it would fit better to bury, burn and tear. They smell of smoke and rust and mottled, like a remnant from the fires of burning history. With ashes and soot on my hands, I want it to be remembered.