I'm in love with the forest. I always have been.
Ever since I was a baby, my mum told me that she could just push my pram
under a tree while the wind blew and I would be memorised for hours. The
movement, the colours and the freedom just captivates me. I feel free
when I'm among nature, like nothing is important. It's kind of like a therapy
to get away from day to day stresses.
I think that's why I feel I don't belong in a
city, because I grew up in the forest, with space and for somewhere to go
just to be alone for an hour or two without feeling like I have to look over
my shoulder every two seconds.
I live here, in a city, but somehow I still feel
like I need to find my purpose, if you like, in the great plan of life. I
feel I need to find myself within myself, to find my true loves. And my true
hates. I need to find identity, and going back to the forest every other
weekend isn't going to help. I've been drawing, which I think might help get
rid of negative feelings or emotions, to have time to myself, to think about
nothing but myself, as selfish as it sounds. I find I can't express my
emotions through speech or writing, but I like to think I can express through
other similar situations, through the power of illustration.
So...
Here's the start. Year 2. Birmingham. The start
of the illustration and hopefully a new identity within my life.
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