For the past six years of my life, I have been unhealthily obsessed with magazines; I devour them, then rip out my favorite images. Those pictures are then glued in a very particular order to sketchbooks. This may seem very simple and maybe a little odd, but nothing brings me more joy in life.
During the school year, I don't have much time to devote to my magazine addiction, so I get really behind and have to catch up in the summer.
I have my work cut out for me this summer and couldn't be happier.