38 hours
14" x 17" (A3)
This is a veryveryvery personal piece and it symbolizes my journey in between childhood and adulthood. I think I broke down in a weeping mess at least 3 times today trying to write this up. So here we go...
The things we experience in childhood, both good and bad, will follow you through adulthood. It plays a role in the person you become and how you approach life. They say that time heals. Such a bold and false statement.
Time only allows you to dig a deeper grave to bury things. Sometimes they still resurface and just like the first time, it hurts just as bad. Each time, every time. Until you find enough strength to find just enough crumbles of yourself to duct tape, hot glue, whatever you can do, so you can dig that grave again to rebury it all.
The cycle doesn't end, you just learn to live with it. But if I'm being truly honest, I wouldn't change a damn thing knowing what I know now. I wouldn't be the person I am today and I can't possibly think of anyone else I'd rather be than myself.
What a great way to start 2023, right? As my friend Noy said, a homage to my hands-- that will go through surgery soon for Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. I've been a hand obsessist ever since I was diagnosed. It may just be my thing now to have a hand in every illustration. This piece turned out way better than I could have ever envisioned that I was just overwhelmed with so much emotion and joy. This is the first time I've ever felt this way about a drawing where it was better than I could have imagined. Cheers!
Drawing versus Inspiration:
Drawings from 2005 and 2009 with strings to compare to. I’m aware that I misspelled pendulum haha…
