A landscape stitched together from the pens that carried my daily thoughts. This piece is a love letter to repetition, reflection, and the quiet rituals that kept me grounded. The sunburst is made from worn-down caps and cracked barrels. The trees, made of scribble-worn black pens. Each pen was emptied through pages of personal truth. It’s not just a landscape—it’s a map of survival.

Made during a season when the only constant was the act of showing up to the page. This is what got me through. And maybe, it’ll remind you what gets you through, too.

Own the original if you feel the pull. It’s made for someone who understands the weight of everyday magic.