Besides this site, I have to go to other places to record my life. I have a planner, a cheap CVS one I keep in a Hobonichi case, and a tiny pocket journal. In that pocket one, I also keep drawings, thoughts, manifestos, stickers, and anything a girl might need to keep. Since that one is much more private than my masterpiece, Krilling and Jamming, I don’t get to show off what I like most about it, the things I would share otherwise. I used the iPhone Notes app to scan some of the drawings I have made this year (16 days). Nothing too crazy, I would never post these on my art account, but I want it in the record that I am drawing again.
Drawing and I have a long history and recently I have been neglecting what once was my entire way of being, my five-year, ten-year plans were drawing. I came to college and realized I liked other things, I liked art so much I could never do it as a job. So I switched my major and just stopped. And I couldn’t really start again unless I was drawing me. Very weird.
I am now slowly recovering, and here is my proof. Though I often do drawings of myself, the fact that I am doing this regularly enough means a lot to me.







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