It's not like I didn't draw anything during February. I for example, hand crafted these post-its to our studio toilet. It's a specific, melancholic feeling, when you've "done your thing" in the toilet, reach out to the toilet paper and there is none. A small, sudden existential moment in the middle of the day you thought was going to pass like any other. How do I continue from here?
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