in the beginning...

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.

 

Me and my bear, in 1955. And a beautiful blonde I drew when I was seven.

Me and my bear, in 1955. And a beautiful blonde I drew when I was seven.

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.