It's crazy how long ago I took this self portrait.
Yet I can still remember what prompted it.
I look nothing like the person in the photograph.
There is something so boyish about my face.
I often tell people who haven't seen me in awhile that NYC has aged my face.
Sometimes I wonder if I could what things would I tell a younger version of me. Would I share all disappointments ? or would I just focus on the fact that one day I really would make it to NYC.
As horrible as heartbreak can be I'm glad I've experienced it as much as I have. There is something to be said about putting yourself out there and allowing yourself to be vulnerable. People in New York rarely do it... I think that's why they tend to be so miserable.
Disappointments are what they are.
I'm going to be 24 in less than 4 months. Time flies.
But I have high hopes for the next year of my life. I am applying to graduate school in pursuit of my MFA.
It's good to be making art again.
Pacifico
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