thereβs not many things in life as freeing and enjoyable for me as painting oneself.
i know it sounds silly, but hear me out. thereβs no expectations, no disappointment, no pressure. i sort of know how i look anyway, so itβs easier than drawing my characters or anyone else existing. maybe itβs hubris speking, but itβs good to do that sometimes.
this was my last piece from the atelier i was renting in london. i wish i couldβve stayed longer β but i never really had the money for it in the first place, and i still donβt know how i survived half a year there.
















