This is the first sculpture I made about my life as a writer (the second is here). I had just finished writing my first book, which had taken five years and what felt like a near-endless supply of faith and perseverance.
I didn’t know what would happen to the book—would it ever find an agent, a publisher, an audience?—but completing it had shifted something in me. I had fulfilled a promise to myself, and I began to feel as though I was coming into my own as a writer and as a person.
I made this self portrait using paper from every draft of the manuscript.
