“Hi, I’m Sqribbz, and I have a tiny obsession with scribble-scrabbling faces from time to time. Every face I encounter hones a personality… and I’m especially drawn to the ones that tilt a little, droop a little, squint at me like they’re hiding a tiny secret. I scribble them with my pastels the moment they wander into my mind, the moment I remember a fleeting face I’ve seen before… usually uninvited, usually mid eye roll.
It’s often forgotten that every face we glimpse carries something. A past they half-remember, a mood they pretend they don’t feel, a joke tucked behind a crooked line, a splash of color that refuses to behave. I don’t invent their stories - I just scribble them out.
People overlook faces all the time. A face is just a face until it becomes special, until it belongs to someone they love, hate, miss, care for, or recognize. I stretch a cheekbone, bend a nose, drag a line until it wiggles. I poke, twist, pull, scratch, dissolve, and scribble… stripping away the surface until, somewhere between the scribbles and scrabbles, what remains is the soul.
What you can discover inside:
