I remember looking back when drawing was more of an imperative to my survival than an outlet of self-expression.
Complex feelings can be hard to explain and even understand. I used drawing as a way to encrypt some enormous labyrinth that I had fallen into.
In this world that I had created color had huge significance. I had taken on blue to represents me and orange to represents my dreams. These two complimented each other but later in my travels I found the combination to be a mirage.
Here are a collection of drawings I did during a year long wound...