So.. in the process of moving/packing/unpacking for the second time (so far) this year I discovered old sketch books, drawings etc. Just shit that for SOME REASON i keep dragging along with me wherever it is that I end up.
Everytime I look through them I can't help but miss some of the innocence and joy that my art had back then. Not to mention the wild, youthful characters and styles I used and loved more than anything.
Yet even as I see all this I can't help but want to redo every piece. Over and over I think "wow that would look so much better if I were to redraw this right now."
Too bad my art just doesnt have that same joy anymore.
xo
Fee