Over years of consulting, I have noticed something strange, and I have never quite known what to do with it.

For decades, I designed logos for others while misplacing my own ‘logos’, my meaning. Inspired by Victor Frankl’s search for purpose and David Bowie’s defiance of expectations.

A Wednesday evening drawing class in a sunlit Woodstock studio has become the anchor of my practice. Humbling, difficult, and quietly transformative: what returning to the figure after thirty-five years has taught me.

While searching for my 'style' I discovered that my pursuit of a style itself was the problem: style is a byproduct, not a quarry.

The algorithm wants frictionlessness. Why grit, process and visible humanity are becoming the new luxury, and why I do not 'illustrate' the subject but rather express it.