A digital piece that looks like it came straight out of a sketchbook.
Four pairs of Nike shoes not all complete, not all matching. Some are outlines, some are colored, some are barely there. That was the point.
Between them, handwritten lyrics from Frank Ocean’s “Nike’s”. Words that stay with you, quiet but heavy. This wasn’t about polish it was about process, feeling, and how sometimes the rawest things hit the hardest.
This illustration isn’t screaming. It’s lingering.
Like a half-thought in your head.
Like your favorite lyric stuck between reality and memory.
Like a half-thought in your head.
Like your favorite lyric stuck between reality and memory.
Like a poster on your wall that doesn’t need to explain itself.
It’s a sketchy kind of honesty.