Inker & Snegir
The snow fell in tiny mirrors of symmetry tonight, and it reminded me of the way you sketch each line, balancing weight and flow. Do you ever feel like the skin you ink is a kind of living snowflake?
Yeah, every line I pull up is like a snowflake—tiny, unique, and meant to melt just a bit. The skin is the living canvas, holding the weight of the design until the next storm. I swear it feels like the skin itself is a snowflake, shifting with each breath and change.