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I’m not looking for forgiveness, and I’m way past asking permission. I’m home, @alloysavvy.bsky.social.

The 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩-𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩-𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 of a graphite pencil on textured paper gets drowned out by the 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 and 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 of a busy workshop. Steve, a calm presence in the eye of the storm, draws wispy lines that capture @alloysavvy.bsky.social’s likeness, candid, oil stained, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥—his polar opposite.