today i'm going through my old artwork in an attempt to find something that i can include in my portfolio.
it's funny how every little thing holds a memory. there is a lot of stuff that, at the time, i thought was pretty good. looking back on it though, from two years in the future and with an unbiased eye (or at least with a more unbiased eye), most of it's shit.
i think if you're not constantly hating your past self, you're not growing anywhere.
Your past selves are nothing but larval forms of your current self. Don't hate them because they're not as good as you: rejoice because they lived and died to make you great.
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