It's been a long while since I've posted anything, I've done drawings here and there but nothing major. All my 2021 and 2022 drawings were made during a long period of illness. I was bound to a chair for most of the day and needed icepacks during all waking hours. It was a very strange time and xmas makes me naturally introspective due to the datum it provides in memory. It's all a bit surreal to look back on and makes the current present feel far less profound of a statement in my life than a year ago. I do not wish to go back there but I'm grateful for it, even if it's scars have lessened living on subtle level.

This is just a letter to my future self from my present self about my past self, with all the shared pretentiousness. As this moment passes I want to remember that the past is not a destination or place, but a sentence. Something to read not to live.

fkl proofreading this or making it actually make sense I'm bored and need to shit seya

It's often hard to feel genuinely creative because when you look at what you produce all you see is a compilation of your influences, makes you feel like a fraud/poser. I guess that's good old imposter syndrome keeping me motivated..

Most of the sketches I've been doing are copied from other peoples drawings or from a reference, this is not creative but allows me to improve my technical skill. I might do a written piece contrasting the two..