The act of annual self portait is more than forcing myself to look in the mirror and accuratly capture standard features using artistic rules. Its a translation of how a year, a small space in time has impacted a hand that is constantly moving, changing and adapting in its own way.
Life is weird vertigo and this year has been especially disorintating. A year ago I moved across the country not knowing at all how it would turn out, made tough personal decisons and faced realities of my own mental health but through that I have grown, learnt and, discoverd the truest version of myself to date. I have become accquanited with the sarcastic, workaholic, emerging coffee snob, ocean lover, wanna be punk, artistic dirtbag I am and hope to continue to be.
Translated, not reflected