Drawing for me isn't about sitting at a desk - it's a walk through the footsteps of sound. I put on music, head to the park, and draw what I "hear": deep bass becomes thick lines, high notes become delicate swirls. Though sometimes I get so carried away that I draw a tree that ends up looking like a music staff. But hey, it's original

Music is my main ingredient of inspiration. I can't draw in silence - I need something playing: wind in my earbuds, or even street noise. Sometimes I hum along while sketching, and passers‑by think I've lost it. But I don't care - I'm making my own music video for every track, only the screen is paper

I'm the one who always has three companions: a pencil, sneakers, and a playlist. I never leave home without my earbuds, and my sketchbook is my second skin. If I stop in the middle of the sidewalk and stare into space - don't worry, I'm just catching the rhythm for my next drawing

Walks are my way of tuning in to the right frequency. I choose my route based on the mood of the track: jazz - old courtyards, rock - the riverfront, classical - the forest park. But mostly my playlist is on shuffle, and I end up in a random neighborhood because the song swept me away. Good thing my phone shows the way back - otherwise I'd be drawing a hand‑drawn map, and it would definitely be crooked