I was talking to some friends recently about our childhoods and old journals and the stupid things we wrote in them. Based on their reactions to some of my bizarre journal entries, I realized that despite having an older sibling, I spent a lot of my childhood in my own little world. This solitude, self-imposed or not, has persisted in my adult life, which might explain some of the subject matter in a lot of my drawings. Or maybe I’m just trying to justify another self portrait.
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