Sketches from Italy

Dear Digital Diary,

when I lose myself, I always find a pencil and a sketchbook.

As I flip flop between what I want, what I thought I wanted, and where I’ll probably end up, I think about the two weeks I spent in Florence, Siena, and Rome, a few months after I turned 21. I had hit rock bottom mentally, applied to study abroad for kicks, and got an interview for the experience all within the same month.

But I was chosen to go. And flying abroad for the very first time without knowing anybody but myself was one of the greatest things I could’ve done for myself at the time.

So while I’m trying to plot out my next moves in my life, I reminisce on a time where I tapped back in to my fine art side, and was truly happy for the first time in months. Drawing was an escape for me. And when I need an escape from my current reality, I look through my camera roll.