It all started with a pilot pen.
Back when I ran around Europe as a seventeen-year-old vagabond, I obsessed over old school travel illustrations. I’m talking those spidery, hyper-detailed sketches, inked from the corner of some fetid yet picturesque alleyway, where every cornice and street cat got its due. I wanted to do the same. But I was impatient, a…
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