Jamila Noritz Reyes

They say you can read into a family’s dynamics by looking at children’s drawings. I draw these now as an adult yet I can’t help but see the world the child in me lived in.

I wonder what this says about those of us who continue to create tangible pieces of ourselves with all that we know. We are constant, reworking, and moulding in and out of our past stories. 

We spend a lifetime attempting to define ourselves, to put a face to the many that coexist. Some of us, we allow ourselves to break when we are overwhelmed with our own being. We teach ourselves how to sit in raw warmth and familiarity with the self. 

Often I remind myself that anything we create and project into existence appears out of reason and out of choice. 

There is something so intimate about that.