Someone once told me that creativity is like a weed, buried under seemingly insurmountable oppression, it will find a way, it will find the crack in the concrete to make its way into being.
And so it is…
Someone once told me that creativity is like a weed, buried under seemingly insurmountable oppression, it will find a way, it will find the crack in the concrete to make its way into being.
And so it is…