Some projects are more than work. They carry emotional weight and it’s hard to feel you did enough. This book is a collection of texts written by my dad in the late 1950s, while he studied to become a priest. 

He didn’t graduate, but kept poetry, short stories and chronicles that he wrote at that time. More than six decades later, my mother rescued everything and we turned it into a book.

So I tried many alternatives for the cover and chose to go with an illustration of him wearing a cassock, imagining a parallel reality in which he would have become a priest. And I added a tiny touch on the collar to highlight the feeling of solitude that overflows from the texts.

I was very happy with the solution, but much more important was to witness his satisfaction at the launch party.