

Everything was slow today, as if the world had decided to breathe at my pace. I woke up late, made black tea with bergamot, and just sat in silence for a while, wrapped in a blanket. In the afternoon I met up with a friend - we laughed until our stomachs ached and ate sticky finger cakes as if time was no object.💕 Then I went back to the studio, put on my favorite track and let myself drift off into drawing. The lines fell softly, as if they knew what I was thinking. In the evening everything went quiet, there was only me, the sketch and a slight feeling of peace inside. The day was warm, like a letter written to myself😘