the other day, i started rummaging through my old portfolios and sketchbooks, which is a really fun but strange trip back in time. in a sketchbook from sometime around ’96 or ’97 (i was 17 or 18), i found this series of hand drawings. i guess i’m in a sort of nostalgic mood lately, because i’ve been reading a lot of my old writing, too – which, by the way, more often than not is one of the most masochistic things a person can do. i’m pretty sure i sport “scrunchy face” the entire time while reading my old words.
anyway, here’s an excerpt from one of my old essays – it’s a silly little companion to these drawings.
My fingers are skinny and long, and if you didn’t know me well, you might guess I play piano (but you would guess wrong). I have weirdly wrinkled knuckles, a trait I share with my oldest sister. I have flat fingernails, a trait I share with my brother. The left side of the top knuckle on my right ring finger is numb and knobby because ever since I could hold a pencil, I have held it incorrectly, a bad habit documented by my pre-school teacher on an evaluation sent home to my parents (I think she feared it would inhibit my writing and drawing skills).
a few things that make my heart go pitter-patter: drawing, Sakura Micron pens (size 005), pretty things, writing, smart design, science, boots, soup, Gilmore Girls, a knockout playlist, crispy bacon, 
