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....
The first drawing in this little but precious sketchbook is from February 2008. My first semester, when I moved out, when home had changed forever. The last sketch is from 2016. Same sketchbook, another Maria. 2016. When I started painting again, when I took part in my first exhibition. All the tears, joy and changes I went through during those 8 years. 2024, another 8 years have passed, again I have grown so much, again another Maria. I am holding this little sketchbook in my hand and can’t...