Back in the 70s, 80s, and even into the 90s, there were bits of technology I desperately wanted growing up. But coming from severe poverty, those things were completely out of reach for my family—and honestly, they shouldn’t have had to carry that weight anyway. I understand that now.

As I’ve got older, and finally found myself in a position where I can own some of those things, I’ve started buying them and drawing them too. There’s something strangely emotional about it—finally holding the objects you once dreamed about as a kid. It feels like a small act of healing, really. Forty years late maybe, but no less joyful for it.