let lemons be angry

Sometimes you do something midway and give up on it, and upon returning you discover that it was actually quite fascinating.

Such as this Glasses Girl and other random doodles I scanned in for my process book. My FYP itself was changed because I revisited a random subconscious doodle. We will never know what Glasses Girl would look like complete, but she needs to be incomplete.

And other midway things: ET's tongue when she starts to clean herself but gets distracted by me and leaves it hanging out. And a storybook that I started writing in sec two that was loosely inspired by Anne of Green Gables, casting me and carissa as fairies: I wish I had written more chapters because I want to find out who Robyn-Jacque ended up with and how. And this piece of knitting that I didn't finish because I couldn't remember how to, and three pearls later I have my favourite shelf decoration:


And the half-cascading wall of clippings that I left hanging for a very long time, because while taking it down I realised it looked better half-removed:

Midway is also the camera click when nobody's ready, when things are in the process of being posed, and the only time when our true faces are seen.

And if I hadn't given up midway, there would be no 25 today either. I have an itch to do a project on perfect incompleteness.