There’s something perversely satisfying about spending hours hunched over a slab of rubber, gouging out intricate patterns while the world…
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There’s something perversely satisfying about spending hours hunched over a slab of rubber, gouging out intricate patterns while the world…
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I once stood in an art supply store, palette knife in one hand, a blank canvas in the other, and…
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I still remember the summer afternoons spent in my grandmother’s garden, where the smell of fresh mint and lemon balm…
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I still remember my grandmother’s old sewing box, filled with threads, needles, and a plethora of zippers waiting to be…
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I still remember the day I found myself torn between Cottagecore vs Goblincore – two aesthetics that seemed to speak…
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I remember the first time someone asked me to explain my creative process. It felt like being asked to translate…
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I once found myself in the sun-drenched corner of my cramped apartment, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of half-baked cyanotype prints.…
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I once found myself staring at an abyss of hashtags and filters, wondering if I’d ever escape the digital hamster…
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I once thought I had the world of design figured out. There I was, juggling pixels and vectors like some…
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I once spent an entire weekend chasing the elusive “cozy autumn vibe,” convinced that a strategic arrangement of pumpkins and…
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