We tend to draw and paint ourselves and in my case, a much younger self. I love the look in her eyes. No text yet. The papers were loads of fun to make ranger resist inks with stamps, and my forlorn former self. I'm actually coming close to an end to this moleskine journal--it's starting to fall apart. This journal was all about the human face, fantasy, hopes, daydreams and the pleasure of putting pencil to page. Somewhere the girls grow to be women, and the women grow into aging. Skin sags and sallows, her eyes see it before it happens and she mourns her youth. The vibrance of the papers suggest a renewed purpose and goals. It is time to look outward instead of into a mirror that will only disappoint.
