here are some recent drawings from the chinese exercise book.
i've always really loved the aged aesthetic of old images. more than just minor scratches and bumps, i love huge, unforgiving water damage, torn areas, and unexplainable chemical stains that darken or lighten over time.
a few years back, my home in scarborough got flooded. since my room was in the basement, almost all my stuff had water damage. at first, i was devastated. but in the next few days, after picking through stuff i would keep and throw away, i started to realize how impermanent most everything is anyway; how easily things can literally be swept away. and then, looking at the journal pages and drawings before me with the stains, bleeding and dirt: i felt blessed that i had these ephemeral warriors. they had gone through battle and came out with scars that told a story of their own.
now, whenever i go through the memory boxes and old books, i see the stains and remember that summer in scarborough. how a seemingly disastrous occasion taught me about the course of things. wrinkled, worn out paper showed me how precious and beautiful experience and wear can be. i am always looking for that. the falling and rising, the hurting and healing.