When you travel, there comes a time when you back home.
It happens when you realize that what you find out is a reflection of what you have inside. Then just follow your heart, and you'll return to the roots, at home, everywhere you are.
It happened to me in these days, with the flu and away from the computer.
I looked inside myself and i found my never ended love for pencils and charcoal.
I want to begin this year, returning to the roots, revisiting them with a vector style.