𝕬𝖓 𝕰𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖞 𝕮𝖆𝖓𝖛𝖆𝖘 𝕹𝖔 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖊

"𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞,
𝔸𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝;
𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤, 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕝𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖,
𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤,
𝔸𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖;
𝕊𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪, 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘,
𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘.

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕝,
𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤;
𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣,
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕪 𝕟𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖."

In short, this is an art book-in case you didn't get it.
(It is also a portfolio)