journal series: looking through old journals again. one thing I’ve always loved about journaling is its ability to bring us back in time. it’s strange to see the person I was a year ago, or even further ago than that. it’s interesting, seeing it all: the heartbreak, the teen angst, the overreaction, the numbness, the anger, the realness, the acceptance and the overall gratitude. it’s all here, in the paintings, collages, and handwritten letters of my journals. my whole youth, right between these hundreds of pages.












