My fourth drawing.
I didn’t feel like creating anything this day.
But I did it anyway.
I’d been sick in bed for a week straight. The start of an epic bout of poor health to wrap up a shitty year for me.
I was depressed and emotional, but mostly just tired from being sick.
And out of that came this little girl, shielding herself from the world.
For some reason left out so many of her features.
I fell in love with her.
I’m still in love with her.
She is a part of me and once I got her down on the paper I realized I’d met her before.
She was me. As a child.
And I became curious about how many other versions of me I’d forgotten since I’d grown up.
