Potterhead

My childhood passed in a glorious fever, and that fever was called Harry Potter. Those were magical days when I did not just read the books or watch the movies. I lived them. Hogwarts occupied every corner of my imagination. My obsession even took creative form. I sculpted the Sword of Gryffindor and the Diadem of Ravenclaw, and allow me a proud moment, they turned out remarkably well. My artistic spirit would not rest, so I spent an entire year creating a Harry Potter diary filled with everything from characters to potions to spells, each page a tiny piece of the wizarding world. The intensity of that fever may have softened, but every time I open that diary, I step right back into those enchanted days. The smile that follows is unstoppable, like a charm that never wears off.

Hand drawn House Crests of Hogwarts

Excerpts from my Potter Diary