souvenirs of a misspent youth


Since becoming a real adult (marriage + children + mortgage) I’ve regularly lamented not getting my act together earlier. Wishing I could swap a few of those carefree income-free years for some greater financial security now.

Working through the analogue to digital backup of my old sketchbooks, I’ve been reliving the height of my “wasted” youth. Living in a share house on the dole, smoking lots of weed, and drawing almost every day.

Then I realised something I’d never really paid attention to, looking at the skills of my younger self instead of remembering the events. Over the course of a couple of months I could see a massive improvement in my technique.

Practice makes perfect, so maybe not so misspent after all…

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