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As a child it was platonic love. In my teenager years it became unrequitted love. Everything around me was driving me away from it, but I never felt so alive as when I was with color pencils in my hands. I’m talking about real time black outs, freedom and even butterflies in the stomach. It took us a while to come to terms with each other. First, I did not know we were meant to be, so I became a life wanderer, a gipsy of sorts. Then after college I lost myself for a moment. I guess sometimes it takes loss to be whole again. I will never forget the day we came together. I had to start over from the scratch, but oh boy! Was it worth it!

Illustration brought me back to myself. It was Love. I did not knew it at the time, but I do now and I am commited, so let’s explore it together.

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