Diary
22JUL
The chaos clears out and it's just me and the cables and my sketchbook. I don't draw the clothes — I draw the spaces between them, the way the light falls when no one's watching. These are the minutes that matter.
Mood: Quiet, contemplative, present
07JUL
The hallway was buzzing with people I didn't know, racks of clothes being shoved past, and I found this corner where the light barely reached. I opened my sketchbook to the page from yesterday's set and just — sat. It's these quiet pockets that remind me why I keep them at all. The chaos is beautiful, but this is where I actually feel like myself.
Mood: Contemplative