Improvement

I was sitting in a sun-drenched studio in Montmartre last spring, surrounded by half-finished sketches and the frantic, uncoordinated scratching of a pen, when it hit me: my life felt…

I remember sitting in a cramped, dimly lit studio in Montmartre, surrounded by half-finished sketches and the frantic, syncopated rhythm of a Miles Davis record spinning on loop. I was…