With ink on my fingers and a cheeky grin on my face, I escape the webs of my present life and into one where nothing can go wrong, let me show you into my world, where a little black notebook means the world. This is the front cover of my runaway land. I am turning myself from a moth into a butterfly.
if you listen quietly you can hear the paper rustle differently, its heavy with art, and beauty, how every piece of paper should sound. Filled with love.
a silly dedication to my soulmate.
an ode to stripey socks and inky swirls.
and when everything is going wrong, homeless and stressed, I looked at this image and realised there is nothing else to do but...
love the little artist.