I’m a girl who can turn ordinary groceries into a culinary masterpiece. True, after that, my kitchen looks like a battlefield, but who cares about a couple of dirty pots when there’s a plate of perfect risotto on the table? My signature dishes are whatever I can find in the fridge at 9 PM.
When I draw, I feel like a modern-day Van Gogh. Except instead of sunflowers, I usually end up with slightly abstract blobs, and instead of an ear well, you get the idea. But I stubbornly keep filling my sketchbook with doodles because someone has to use up all that paper.
