Here I am. 43 years old. I have spent a lot of time today scanning my schoolgirl photos. I look at the face peering back at me and think, "Who is this girl?" I do not recognize her anymore. I have shed more than a few tears for her. Why? You might ask. Well, that is what I intend to explore. Who I am. Why I feel sadness when I see my young self.
I am 16 in this photo.
I was struck by the sparkle that I see in my eyes. When I look in the mirror now, I no longer see it. And I was intrigued when I captured it in this pencil sketch action I used in Photoshop:
So I am making a commitment to myself to answer these questions with my writing and with my art.