I see you.

Hospital For Hurt Boys (Sketchbook Project 2013)

Brown envelopes, a doodle made when I was volunteering at the V&A, and a note secretly written in my notebook by a good friend.

(´･_･`)

I keep some little drawings and things in a small box and sometimes they look nice together, so here are some things looking nice together (including a photo of myself in a heart because I love myself, obviously).

This is a picture of my life. Confusing, scary, sometimes beautiful. Or actually, the back of the original version of a zine. Same difference.

And here is a cute picture from the original copy. I am increasingly proud of my most simplistic drawings now. I guess they have character and they mean something to me and that’s what’s important to me regardless of detail or apparent skill. It’s about fun and it’s about being me and boy do I know how to be me! Scribbling and Tipp-Exing forever.

Check out the nice colours on the original copy. The brown paper is from an envelope which contained a letter from the job centre (that is a pointless fact that you may enjoy).

Sending some stuff over to The Photocopy Club. There’s something real nice about a good print-out. And a crisp envelope.

Tickets

#12

I woke up yesterday and immediately wrote some words. I think that’s a good thing to do. I forgot how good these pens were. Perfect for doing tiny things.

“What were you doing last night?” “Drawing on my face.”

Blue

Pages from an unpublished zine.

I started a diary