ICE CREAM FOR TWO (1953) introduced me to my big brother who was 21 years older than I. When I was five years old, I would first learn of my brother, Stephen, in the painstakingly beautiful pencil portraits my mother drew of him for her book, ICE CREAM FOR TWO, which she read to me as a bedtime story.

By the time I was a grown up artist myself, I would understand that drawing Stephen was also how Clare experienced loving him and trying to understand their relationship. Drawing simultaneously allows the artist to merge with their subject, as well as to be objective.

ICE CREAM FOR TWO told the story of Clare and Stephen as she struggled to make their living with her artwork in New York City. This is the only book in which she depicted herself nursing a baby kitten, something she did many times.