“You, and only you, can speak in your voice. I’ve been constantly living and thinking as though “I” was something separate from the “me” experiencing my life - some kind of theoretical wiser or more sophisticated version of myself that spoke through me on particularly wise or sophisticated occasions. But that’s bullshit. I am the only one here and I am the only one who has experienced what I’ve experienced. Why can’t that be enough? Why can’t I be good enough to measure the world against? Why must I measure against the world when maybe I should measure the world against myself?”
— a note from a sketchbook I’m destroying in a studio-purge.