It’s 8am. I’m waiting to board a float plane. I interpret them as lacking self confidence, built to fly, with landing equipment appendages that look like an afterthought on any normal plane, yet now accentuated by canoes strapped to each foot. It delivers on its promise, it floats,
Today I share reflections on the struggle to find my internet authenticity. See, in creative pursuits, finding your voice or style is something that just emerges over time. You discover it by experimenting, exploring, and creating. From my experience, this holds true—you can see it in my paintings, drawings,
On January 1st, all works of 1929 fell into the public domain—meaning their copyrights expired. Time has now gifted us the 1920's, and that's a wonderful thing. The 1920's was a formative decade for the advancements for media as we know it today,
The Past It's Saturday morning, you're hanging out with your pal Michelangelo. He's telling you about this new job, painting some ceiling. You think to yourself that seems like a bit of a backache, but you humor him. He then tells you how much
If you had a year to do whatever you like, what would you do? This is my question. How do you spend your time, what do you prioritise, and how do you show up in the world? I'm here because I've drawn some hard lines in
It’s New Year’s Eve, and I have a lot to be grateful for. Here are my reflections on the year and my takeaways. I got married and had a party. In a non-religious, western culture, I find myself longing for more ritual. Ritual is an opportunity to mark
Have you followed a recipe lately? You know the drill: Google a dish, only to find yourself scrolling through an epic tale of how Prince Wallace of Wales adored gnocchi and served it every Sunday after the fox hunt in 1345. Frustrating, right? Dish up the goods already! After an
Hello there Friends! Woah, first newsletter, well this is rather embarrassing. It is the first newsletter, but I’ll spare you all the pre-context of not enjoying my job and making a bold leap into something new. The highlight is that I have afforded myself 12 months to try and
It’s 2010, and 17-year-old me is being asked to make an unfair decision: What do you want to be? Flipping through the brochure of the local university, every choice feels like sacrificing one part of myself for another. I like art, but I also like science. The only course