My sketchbooks, my old friends

Today, I went down to the cellar and, for the first time since moving, unpacked my sketchbooks from their boxes.

Flipping through them feels like having a conversation with my younger self—like stepping into young Maria's mind, hearing her thoughts, and seeing them brought to life.

Exploring my old sketchbooks is like traveling in a time machine. They are sweet, loyal,and at times, brutally honest companions from different chapters of my life. Silent witnesses to my most intimate emotions.

Each one holds a special place in my heart. My dear, precious friends. My dear, precious sketchbooks.