being open enough to become anything.
Ah — it seems you, too, enjoy getting to the bottom of things.
I’m guessing you’ve noticed the odd, ever-present doodle sitting in the top-left corner around here.
This page exists to explain what it is — and why it happens to be my logo today.
That humble little squiggle is how I used to sign my name as a child — slightly overconfident, we can agree, the kind of signature that took up more space than strictly necessary. But that’s on me: I’ve always been drawn to marks that feel free to move, stretch and grow.
I’m guessing you’ve noticed the odd, ever-present doodle sitting in the top-left corner around here.
This page exists to explain what it is — and why it happens to be my logo today.
That humble little squiggle is how I used to sign my name as a child — slightly overconfident, we can agree, the kind of signature that took up more space than strictly necessary. But that’s on me: I’ve always been drawn to marks that feel free to move, stretch and grow.
Truth be told, I don’t remember how this little quirk came about, nor what it was ever meant to represent.
What did I mean by that? What was I trying to say?
What did I mean by that? What was I trying to say?
Was I trying to draw a computer?
Or, perhaps, a slightly dishevelled lion?
And how is it possible that il feels entirely like me, even after all these years?
Well, I suppose we’ll never know — but that’s where the beauty lies, isn’t it?
Being open enough to become anything.
Being open enough to become anything.