
I had just set up my studio. One of my notebooks was sitting on the table, ... I started drawing lines using only four pens, four colors. Then I took it into Procreate, traced it again, and turned it digital.
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.

A visual response to a song made by Çalka

A visual response to a song made by Çalka

I treat string instruments like vocals. Not knowing isn’t shame. Not saying what’s inside is.

I treat string instruments like vocals. Not knowing isn’t shame. Not saying what’s inside is.
