pale summer

This summer was unique.

That's quite a cliché thing to say but I feel like it's the most honest thing I've ever told anybody. At nineteen and eight months I finally felt the wheels of adulthood start turning within me. It was with desperation that I attempted to cling onto the last few weeks of what I recognised as freedom, and that's what my summer project captured.

It wasn't much - just a few scribbles, some lines and doodles, a photograph or two. I saved the few bits that overwhelmed me with the feeling of inspiration but let it rest in my sketchbook whilst I put everything else on pause for the carefree enjoyment of my last weeks of being a teenager.

I am both head over heels in love and utterly petrified of growing up.