My masters in Creative Technology was one of the most nourishing, expansive times of my life. It stretched my mind on a daily basis, allowing me perceive more truths, more possibilities, more nuance, — and create from there. I felt high on life. And it was incredible to have that energy fuel my work, instead of “shoulds”, fear, or scarcity.
When I returned to full-time work, that juice was nowhere to be found. It hit me so hard, it felt like withdrawal. I experimented with different creative outlets I could channel creative energy into, that would also give me energy back. I taught myself 3D modelling (more on that here), but the time commitment and steep learning curve didn’t play nice with my full-time agency job.
So I decided to build a creative practice that would be so simple, I could show up for it even on days that I only had a couple minutes to dedicate to it. I was also curious to explore sitting with emotions without intellectualizing the shit out of them. And boom, my doodling journey started.