So I was cleaning my room for the first time in about 7 months and I found this box full of my old stories and poems and drawings. I felt ridiculous looking at it---the pictures and poems brought back a lot of memories, and reminded me that I've always been a nerd.
The picture on top is a drawing I made when I was 15, of the superhero Spawn and the Violator, for a schoolwide contest. I don't think I ever turned it in. I forgot how into superheroes I used to be.
The bottom pictures are my sorry attempts to imitate Jeff Smith's Bone characters, Superboy, and then a few things I made up. They were all drawn with a pen (I didn't believe in using pencils!) and on a loose sheet of printer paper. I have stacks and stacks and boxes and boxes of old drawings. Seeing them all is making me really think about whether or not I'm making drawings that matter right now.
Anyway, I wonder what my pictures will look like in another 10 years.