So I wake. Too much light. No way to sleep. I need to leave the bed. Pijama? On. Body doesn’t want to move. Destination: Home Office. Sit. Wait… Go on! Write. Sketch. Write. Sketch. Write. Oh. Look! You woke up!! G’morning!!


Like getting closer and closer to a tiny something on the forest floor I want to greet. And then I kind of fall inside. Into a project. For weeks, sometimes months. Tune-in. Sprint. And then I tune-out. Pause. For weeks.