Some friends had discovered my stash of sketchbooks last weekend. Around 15 years worth of drawings and notes, scrapbook shit, finished works, etc. I haven’t even bothered to look through them in years. However, I couldn’t take it and had to go through the books with them. Perhaps as a the voice of context, or out of some weird fear of OMG they are learning far too much about me. I have a feeling it was more the former. A conversation about them later though revealed that art is personal. It is you. It is understandable to feel apprehensive about sharing the deeper parts of your self, however I now understand that I have a responsibility to share it. All artists have a responsibility. It would be a disservice to humanity for any creative person to hide what they have learned from others. It’s selfish to hide it.
Aside from that, it was refreshing to explore the last 15 years of my life through imagery like that. Inspired!
