Everything changes. Change is a topic I’ve spent many a forgotten post musing about. Look at the image above. Look at it again. It’s like seeing a child’s annual school photos from pre-k to high school. Faces get longer, features shift… it happens. You can’t really grasp it without some sort of visual reference. I was in a strange place when I met Frank all those years ago. In terms of internet time, I’m way past being a fossil and verging on becoming crude oil or coal.
It’s sadly satisfying to see myself like this. I thought what Frank did with 20 years of his self-portraits was cool. You don’t just see growth, you see character, you see what that person (or squirrel) has gone through. Maybe not literally, but it’s all there on the surface. A piece of art, a cartoon, a scribble… they’re all created within a specific moment that with each line is captured…unlike a quick phone snap or a youtube video. Those things may be around for a long time, but you’re always going to need something more than just your eyes to see them.
And before you think it, yes, I get the irony of my writing this on a computer and you viewing it on some sort of electronic device. I use the tools that spread the word…doesn’t mean I can’t live in both worlds.
You change. You just do.
