Had one of those moments today where life just shifts a little. And, appropriately enough, found these pictures I’d forgotten about.
When I moved up to Seattle, I had to clean out all my old stuff from home. The biggest part of that project was probably the sketchbooks. I had a giant pile of them sitting in my closet, every sketchbook I’d kept up to that point, starting with the first one I ever bought for myself (7th grade, lots of Harry Potter fanart) up through all my college sketchbooks (both for class and personal ones). I went through all of them, tore a couple drawings out of each, and let the rest go. A bit sad, but also cathartic.
The part that makes me happy is knowing this is just the first step I’d taken, and just a fraction of everything I’ll learn in my life.
Never stop drawing, eh?