Found Perspectives

The other day I received two mysterious 30 pound boxes in the mail, only to discover a quasi-time-capsule of my adolescence inside. Turns out my dad was cleaning house (or rather, storage units) right before moving to Micronesia (yes, Micronesia).

Along with old cards, notes, two dead tomagotchis, and photographic evidence of my pre-orthodontics smile, were sketchbooks from almost exactly a decade ago that chronicle my first interactions with the formal elements and principles of design. But there is always something so ...agreeable about basic perspective drawing in particular:

 

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Note: I've decided to keep all of the other contents of these sketchbooks where they belong - firmly in the past. But, I'm confident you can use your imagination to illustrate the inner workings of a 15-year old girl who was in the throes of teenage angst and completely enraptured by the very high culture that defined the early 2000's.