Childhood Memory
The first memory that I have is of our trip in Mauritius, right after my sister was born. The things I remember from it are vague, but there are three specific memories that I remember really well.
First, the image of looking out the window and seeing men bike. The reason why I remember it is because of the three yellow houses in the back of those men.
Second, a room with a bed, windows open, a feeling of floating in the air with the breeze coming from outside.
Third, a tree and a small red-necked bird on a branch.
Those are the three scenes that I remember from my first childhood memory.
I wanted to keep the drawings simple, to keep the rawness of my first draft, just like the rawness of a memory of a child. Untouched.
