This book took years. Sometimes life swallowed everything, and it sat untouched for months.
But Julia never asked me to pretend. There was trust. And whenever I had space for art again, I came back.
So yes. It took years.
And now it exists. đź’›

This book took years. Sometimes life swallowed everything, and it sat untouched for months.
But Julia never asked me to pretend. There was trust. And whenever I had space for art again, I came back.
So yes. It took years.
And now it exists. đź’›