A Nemrit wanders the back alleys of emotional urban planning and concludes: “A neighborhood does not need to be perfect in order to have a soft place to collapse.”
This piece is equal parts civic poetry and nervous breakdown—torn-paper edges, graffiti glow, and one fragile optimist in red shoes. Built for the dark-indie comic lover who collects failure like rare stamps.
Format: Digital comic print, 5×7″ (12.7×17.78 cm)
Aesthetic: distressed paper, lo-fi collage, outsider cartoon energy
Use: print at home, frame, drop into your zine/journal, pin to the studio wall as a reminder that “good enough” is holy
Commissions, collaborations & inquiries: nicolo.giovanna@gmail.com
A Nemrit wanders the back alleys of emotional urban planning and concludes: “A neighborhood does not need to be perfect in order to have a soft place to collapse.”
This piece is equal parts civic poetry and nervous breakdown—torn-paper edges, graffiti glow, and one fragile optimist in red shoes. Built for the dark-indie comic lover who collects failure like rare stamps.
Format: Digital comic print, 5×7″ (12.7×17.78 cm)
Aesthetic: distressed paper, lo-fi collage, outsider cartoon energy
Use: print at home, frame, drop into your zine/journal, pin to the studio wall as a reminder that “good enough” is holy
Commissions, collaborations & inquiries: nicolo.giovanna@gmail.com
