from the sketchbook – 1.

“you who have many faces – you are alone.”

i thought it’d be nice to share some pages from my sketchbook.

the caption reads:

“he is like a spinning wheel – where he will land, nobody knows. and he himself is lost among his faces. his memories cannot be shared so clearly between the different versions of himself, and eventually, lines between lies and truth, fantasy and reality, begin to blur and he is left exhausted. beautiful and tired, he looks within himself for gasps of air and finds that there is no calm. there is too much, and all his thoughts, between his many, many selves, bombard him. and so he lives a life of torment brought on him by his own fabrications.”