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mere baare me
mere baare me
mere baare me

PULL ME

PULL ME

PULL ME

In a world full of cars, I'm a cycle. I'm me.

In a world full of cars, I'm a cycle. I'm me.

In a world full of cars, I'm a cycle. I'm me.

In a world full of cars, I'm a cycle. I'm me.

In a world full of cars, I'm a cycle. I'm me.

In a world full of cars, I'm a cycle. I'm me.

Amid all the honking and headlights, I like to slow things down in my illustrations—kind of like cruising on a bicycle through a quiet neighborhood, noticing the little things most people miss. And there’s just something about big, curious eyes that pull you in—like you’re not just looking at the drawing, but actually living in it.

Amid all the honking and headlights, I like to slow things down in my illustrations—kind of like cruising on a bicycle through a quiet neighborhood, noticing the little things most people miss. And there’s just something about big, curious eyes that pull you in—like you’re not just looking at the drawing, but actually living in it.

Amid all the honking and headlights, I like to slow things down in my illustrations—kind of like cruising on a bicycle through a quiet neighborhood, noticing the little things most people miss. And there’s just something about big, curious eyes that pull you in—like you’re not just looking at the drawing, but actually living in it.