When I am in need of inspiration or some context, I love to take out an old sketch book.
Immediately, memories flood back as I remember what was going on in the day to day.
I can visualize myself on the couch in my first apartment drawing while listening to Tame Impala or in my dorm room sketching the view outside my window of Chicago's city streets.
Each picture becomes a visceral experience of a moment back in time and flipping through the pages I can start to see a sort of progression.
The collection of my drawings tells a story of how I have progressed over the years.