Drawing to keep myself sane

The Book of Alfred Kantor is new to me, and regardless of how much and with what penetrating degree of research I've explored World War II, with an emphasis on the holocaust, new material springs up that reignites my exploratory path and sets me thinking.

Art Spiegelman's piece in the New York Review of Books got me thinking about my own feverish drawings, mostly at night, and even occasionally in the dark, with only a flicker of light, and wondering why, these last few months I've felt that same feeling Mr. Kantor had with his post-internment drawings--keeping myself sane with a pen or pencil in my hand.