As I’m weeding through photos of my current book to put online I’m coming across old spreads and pieces of thoughts. It’s comforting as well as humbling to see how far you’ve come, but still so little has changed.
When this photo was taken, I remember sitting there thinking that I hated being a kid. Everyone was smarter than me, and bigger, and yet when I really did know something I couldn’t express it as well as they could. (Also, I don’t know was in charge of this outfit! )
I chose to address my before-self because I still feel this way most of the time: mostly through living in Germany and speaking such rudimentary German, but also in general life. Though, then and now, I also find my sketchbook is a place where this doesn’t matter. I can explain or not explain my thoughts, and they all sound equally profound, kind of like singing in the shower.