I have always drawn. I blame my dad, he is an accountant with an artist soul. He taught me how to draw, and he bought me my first sketch book. I would grab the tools every now and then, but never as a professional endeavour. During those years, I played loads . And then, I moved to London, pursuing a music career. Until some weeks ago, I started drawing one thing each day. I promised myself, no matter if I was sad, reckless or brokenhearted, I wouldn't stop drawing one thing every single day.
First, I drew my DocMartens boots:
Then, a clock I bought and which ran out of battery:
And finally a porcelain rabbit that lives on my dressing table: