(On the F train. Of course there is one (9/11) every year. And in NYC we talk about it and think about that day in 2001.: where we were and when we found out about it. "I was getting ready for work." "I was walking to work." The air was full of smoke." All of that.)
8 x 12 in.; double page spread. Watercolor, ink, whatever, on Stillman & Birn Zeta.