While in the process of moving to a new apartment you inevitably unearth various items linked to different periods of your past. One such find was a “secret sketchbook” that I had started in college as I was coming out, for all the queer moments I wasn’t yet comfortable with sharing in my public artwork. Making more autobiographical art is still something that I don’t really explore, which is why I wanted to share this. It’s from 2012, I drew it right as the relationship with this particular boyfriend was ending. Some people may grieve a relationship through journaling, for me it’s always been a visual thing.