Browsing through this old art is really bittersweet. A lot has happened in the past several years and it shows. I used to fill a sketchbook a month, but as life got harder, the art lowed more and more and, in some cases, completely stopped for months.
There’s also a lot of evidence in here of old friends that I’ve lost touch with and ex friends that still hurt to even think about.
But there’s also a ton of ideas and a lot of life and momentum of improvement… so overall, it’s good. Painful and reassuring both.
