Elizabeth Kostojohn
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Nameless Problem
Stopping my professional career in order to focus on my family collapsed my world into a single area of density: the home. Deadlines, deliverables, and coworkers were replaced by what is often an infinite parade of the mundane and the menial. I have both gratitude in being able to cultivate a home, and also guilt in my dissatisfaction with such a privilege.

These colored pencil drawings on Mylar embody my experience as a suburban, stay-at-home wife and mother. Every day, several meals need to materialize, and the widening gap between the divergent working lives of my husband and me must be bridged. What was previously marginal: grocery shopping, play-dates, and adult conversation, has become monumental.