A Splash of Self

“A Splash of Self” circa September 2020

I remember that moment quite well actually, I think down to the register I was at. It’s weird how much has changed in the last three years. It was also quite strange reading this back and knowing the things I do now, because today I was holding that napkin (which I did that illustration on and many others), and it was like, “Man, I’m holding the words of my nineteen year old self.” It was so intimate to just look at the pen up close. It was a lot like—well exactly, really—going through old childhood stuff and being like “Wow, I wrote this in first grade. These pencil markings came from me. They’re ____ years old.”

Hopefully that makes sense.