Soon you will turn 18 and already you’re in your second year at that European art and design school. I can’t believe how fast the years have gone by. To mark your transition into womanhood, I feel compelled to write you a letter full of wisdom and advice.
Relax. I’m not doing that.
Okay. I did do it. It ended up being six pages and the ratio of wisdom to words was relatively low.
I did spend some time looking at pictures of you from these past 18 years. My intention was to create some piece of art for you, something inspired by you, but after looking back on these 18 years I realized you were the art.
I also realized that over the years there have been relatively few outings in which I did not find a tree and photograph you and/or your siblings in it, unconsciously awarding myself extra points for being able to get you all on the same branch.
I have no words of wisdom to offer you. I can only thank you for all that you’ve taught me over the years.