March 2011
1 post
it's all in the wrist.
it’s funny how I can see my evolution through my handwriting. I’m not talking figuratively. there’s a distinct difference between now and then through the pen in my hand. those sunny-eyed days with an immature imagination. scrawling, messy notations before my thoughts galloped away from me. cartoonish, almost. a childish exaggeration. but now? a reserved interpretation, as the...