A series of personal/journal drawings on paper, done over a day, my birth day. Meant to be a release, an emotional dump, to be exact, of feelings toward unfortunate events which conveniently happened right before a supposedly happy birthday. This release would also be a mechanism towards forgetting, after which I had an agreement with myself to move on. These were then exhibited, and every piece was sold, I am now free from these love (yes) marks on pieces of paper. I have a blank sheet.

"I did regret something, once, but I don't remember." August 25, 2013.