
Long, long journeys born from a single track.

Long, long journeys born from a single track.

Only four pens in front of me, four colors. I started drawing lines with each one.

Only four pens in front of me, four colors. I started drawing lines with each one.

The beginning of everything. If your feet keep leaving the ground, this is what it turns into.

The beginning of everything. If your feet keep leaving the ground, this is what it turns into.

I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.

I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.
