I think this is possibly the ugliest piece of work I've ever created. It's a self portrait of a seventeen year old me.
I don't need compliments, I need advice.
When I was seventeen I kept a diary. Ten years later I read it back and wanted to exterminate my seventeen year old self. Luckily I didn't have to - she was trapped. Another four and no doubt I'll laugh, if I can find the diary to read it that is. I hadn't thought about it at all until I trawled through some old pictures for inspiration.
I like getting older. From sixteen to thirty I looked nineteen, it was a blessing and a curse. Now I look my age (thanks to the NZ sun), feel it (thanks to relocating across the globe and extending my family), and all I need is for the sense to kick in (?).
What's the best piece of writing (or other) advice you've ever received, what's the worst, and do you like avocados?
Oh, and, if you see a familiar looking bottle at the beach don't uncork it! Some things are better left forgotten.
