Wartime Psychiatry

My father was a physician, an academic, and an amateur Civil War scholar. After his death, he left behind a library of thousands of books - an archive of his life told through the things he thought about.

The titles of these tomes serve as clues to what he understood to be important, and in the month after his death, I began painting the covers and spines. In retrospect, the quickness of the project and the looseness of the watercolor paint now speak to the immediacy of my grief, how important it felt to document something, anything, of my father's while my memory was still fresh.