Creative work, updates, and curiosities.
For thirty days, I wrote down every question my work raised and refused to answer it immediately. Once a week, I chased one question through a tiny experiment. What I found was less a productivity system and more a map of my taste, my avoidances, and the projects I actually want next.
I taped a week of work to my living room wall and refused to step closer than ten feet. The pieces that survived taught me more about contrast, hierarchy, and caption discipline than any laptop review ever has.
For one week, I stopped leading with links and started leaving 60-second voice notes about my work. The experiment exposed which parts of my portfolio I had been hiding, which stories actually travel by ear, and why a plainspoken audio pitch can be more useful than another polished PDF.
For one month, I took every credential off my About page and replaced it with a single photograph of a chipped studio mug. The responses — from strangers, collaborators, and friends — taught me more about tone and memory than any bio I have written.
In November 2026 I hung a single print in a neighborhood café with no caption, no price, and no artist statement. Seven days of quiet observation taught me more about the work than another round of friendly feedback ever did.
For the seven days after Thanksgiving 2026, my portfolio goes in the fridge: no edits, no refreshes, no late-night overhauls. Here's the rule set, the predictions I'm willing to be wrong about in public, and the three-label scoring sheet I'll use when I open the tab again.
A small local museum's wall labels made me rethink how I write about my own work. The fix was not more explanation but less throat-clearing: one useful fact, one human detail, and a quick exit. Here is the label-writing exercise I now run on every portfolio caption.
A standard error page is a locked door. I replaced mine with a tiny rotating gallery, a one-line prompt, and a few honest exits, then watched what people did there for a month. The lesson was less about web design than about hospitality.
A weekly phone-camera exercise turned my neighborhood corner store into a color library. Here are seven accidental palettes from candy racks, detergent shelves, and receipt-tape signage, plus a simple method you can try on your own block.
On November 11, 2026, I spread a year of creative receipts across the studio table and asked a blunt question: what actually earned its place? This is the keep-cut-cancel audit I wish I had run in January.
What if a portfolio did not begin with a grid of projects but with one small found object? In 2026 I tried it with a dented thrift-store tin, a tiny exhibit label, and a year of work hiding behind a QR code.
I made a rule: no idea gets developed until it survives being written as a single sentence. Six months later, my notes app is smaller, my abandoned projects are fewer, and I can finally tell the difference between a good idea and a good mood. Here's the template, the failures, and the three tests I use.
For ten years I've shown my work to the same small circle of designers and illustrators, and we've all gotten very good at nodding. So I printed the whole portfolio, handed it to a friend who writes software documentation, and asked her to be honest. What came back was awkward, funny, and more useful than most studio critiques I've sat through.
I’m not banning a word for anyone else. I’m retiring it from my own vocabulary because it was flattening my portfolio pieces, my blog posts, and my genuine curiosities into one gray pile. Here are the three terms I’m using in 2026 instead—and what changed when I did.
The free bin at my local library is not a metaphor. It is a cardboard box of other people’s castoffs, and every week it gives me a constraint, an image, and a reason to make something. Here’s the repeatable exercise I’ve been running in 2026—and a few finds that surprised me.
I used to delete abandoned pitches and dead sketches the moment they embarrassed me. These days they live in a searchable library with tags, dates, and a standing invitation to come back. Here's how the system works, plus the three kinds of failure I've learned to keep.
A museum guard once told me that visitors almost never look at the middle of a room — they commit to the first wall, then start scanning for the exit. I've been editing my portfolio around that sentence ever since. Here's what changed, and the attention checklist I now run before anything goes live.
For years my best work sat in a folder labeled 'not yet.' This is the story of why I started posting the half-finished, the abandoned, and the frankly embarrassing — plus a simple three-line template anyone can use to do the same without feeling exposed.
Not a best-of list. A shelf of small, strange, under-covered creative finds from the past year — a tool, a micro-community, a format, a habit — each with a short note on what makers can actually take from it.
Tightly compressed vertical stories can feel more emotionally precise than bloated short-form series. Here is why I am making 60-second storytelling a creative priority in 2026, with lessons from recent experiments and a practical craft checklist for US collaborators and fans.