In Until One Sunday We Didn’t words and images are connected on black and white pages illustrating my personal experiences of growing up with a father who becomes a different person from one day to the next.
You see my father is bipolar. And this book is as much about him as it is about me dealing with his condition.
A straightforward, near emotion-less telling of the author's memories of growing up with a father with bipolar disorder. The drawings are minimalist design, not always clearly connected to the text, but evocative of the dual nature of bipolar. You do get a sense for a boy's perspective on an impaired grown man who is meant to be the caregiver.