An empty house. Drawing Luke Hockley.
I remember the first house I lived in when I moved out of home.
It was just so empty.
I had so little, I didn’t have any idea of how to make a house feel like a home.
My house feels like a home now (many years later), but it’s not me who makes it so (there’s a certain endless jar of honey that seems to take care of these kinds of things).
Lucky me.
Love
Luke
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