I was brought up in a sheltered, artistically enthusiastic household of nine. I spent most of my childhood with a stack of copy paper and some scissors, and perhaps, if I had been a good girl, a pack of markers. |
This life resulted in a round-about experience and love for drawing, writing, sewing, music, but a social lack-thereof.
I am now a very young adult who lives in a bed, under a light box and a dam of pencils, markers, or pens. Sometimes I emerge to plant myself before a piano or a sewing machine, but for the most part, my body belongs to my room. <3