Notes

Designing from wholeness, not fragments... and finally letting it exist.

What happens when growth changes a dynamic that once felt like home.

AI, punctuation, and the tiny things that make writing (and design) feel human.

Branding, identity, and the quiet relief of feeling seen.

Building beauty, and making sense of the in-between.

AI, originality, and why tools don’t replace taste.

On doing more than one thing, without splitting yourself in half.

Identity, sensitivity, and the things that take root in silence.

On seasons, energy, and not blooming all year.

On brands that feel like somewhere you can live.

The part of design you can’t measure.

Where songs are allowed to arrive slowly.

The Christmas song that didn’t feel very festive.

Before the colour, there were pencil lines.

Becoming, again.

The kind of loneliness you can’t point to.

When sleep doesn’t switch anything off.

That moment after you leave and don’t know what just ended.

The making of Hurt By My Healing.

The morning everything came back into focus.

The film that quietly shaped me.

Where the mind goes when nothing feels solid.

The colour may shift, but the feeling stays.

For the in-between, and for what comes after.

One year on from a night of magic, and the quiet grief that followed.

Why do I still feel guilty for not working 9 to 5?

Longing, loneliness, and the pressure to feel festive.