In 2009–10 I wrote a series of autobiographical sketches – words and iPhone paintings – about the most formative parts of my life. I stopped when I got almost to the my present life back then. I was at the beginning of some huge changes. I find it hard to write coherently about things I’m living through. While it’s happening, there’s no plot. It’s just life. It needs time and space to turn into a story. I’m ready to tell the next part of the story now. But first, those sketches from 13 years, updated and hopefully improved.
I love that drawing 😭
I like where this is going.
Great story. My parents were always majorly involved in community groups and community action. I hated it growing up to behonest but have turned out much the same