As I was cleaning out my late mother's art studio, I discovered a portfolio she'd saved of my childhood drawings, done when I was seven. I'd written about painful aspects of my youth in two bestselling memoirs, so I was surprised and deeply touched by the joyful nature of these images.
And suddenly I realized something.
I could use this imagery to re-experience the best moments of my childhood.
I could combine the drawings I'd done half a century ago with photographs I'd taken yesterday.
As I aged, I could redefine the passage of time, while playing with my definition of reality.
So I scanned my childhood drawings and dropped them into photographs I'd taken recently.
Collaborating with my younger self felt thrilling. And the collages I created felt timeless.