I obsessively drew Puff the Magic Dragon when I was five-years-old. Over the course of a year, experimenting with new ways of working, I returned to this practice, sitting down almost daily to try to replicate with as much accuracy as possible one of those drawings saved from childhood.
With practice, the drawings became a truer replica of the original, yet that “original” lives in the present—faded colors, graying paper. My ability to draw as a five-year-old hovered between representation and abstraction. It is a story of becoming, both then and now. There are many ways to see what is lost and what is gained, what lives in the present and what lives in the past, who I was then and who I am now. Puff the Magic Dragon, a symbol of the end of childhood and the imaginary, is the perfect host for such wondering.