My name is Lily. I started painting on stones during
the pandemic, leaving small pieces of art for strangers to find.
Back then, I didn’t know how to draw and
thought of my art as a kind of cave painting. I dreamed
that a fragment of one of my stones might somehow
survive and end up in an anthropology museum of the
future, right after the Neanderthal skulls.
But then I started studying illustration at the Institute,
and things got serious. Over time, this grew into
something more — writing, illustrating, and designing
deeply personal stories.
This site brings all of that together.
