Proof of Life

PROOF OF LIFE

These aren’t traditional self portraits. They’re records. Fragments. Different versions of me pulled from different years, moods, sketchbooks, and chapters.

Some are honest. Some are distorted. Some feel like monsters, accidents, or emotional weather reports. Looking back through them feels less like flipping through artwork and more like looking at evidence that I was here—drawing through chaos, trying to make sense of whatever was happening at the time.

This collection spans years of work, experiments, breakdowns, and strange little victories.

Proof of life.

jF