Returning to art after years away has been joyful, emotional and well more recently an existential nightmare. But here's a self portrait of me and my favourite Starbucks drink I drew before I succumbed to the entropy of my existential crisis.
Tag: sketchbook
The Year I Trained to Draw Again
For years, I believed age and chronic pain had taken art away from me for good. A year of recovery, deliberate nutrition and strength training later, I picked up my pencils again.
Wordless Wednesday – I Drew Another Reason To Recover
I drew another reason to recover from my anorexia relapse. I want to recover from my relapse, To be more present with you — Like when we had slushies at Krispy Kreme. That memory alone Is worth fighting on through.
Wordless Wednesday – Drawing Reasons To Recover
I want to recover from anorexia, So the cake is no longer a lie. So I can eat it — And not just draw it While pretending everything's fine.
Picking Up A Pencil Again After 3 Years.
Three years ago, I gave up drawing because of pain that felt like a heart attack. Now, in the middle of a relapse—and a storm—I picked up a pencil again. This post is about art, disability, grief, and the terrifying hope that maybe, just maybe, I won’t have to let go again.
