06/06/2026
I've been wanting to say this out loud for a while.
This is the start of something I'm calling Still Drawing - a weekly series where I talk about depression, mental health, and the role art has played in keeping me here. Not a brand story. Not a campaign. Just honest writing from someone who has been drawing his way through it for a long time.
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I didn't start making art to build a brand.
I started because I needed somewhere to put it.
Depression doesn't announce itself cleanly. It arrives as distance - from the people you love, from your own face in the mirror, from the version of yourself you thought you were.
Drawing was the one place the distance closed.
Not because it fixed anything. It didn't. But the act of making a mark - choosing a line, committing to a color - that was something I could control when nothing else was.
I've been a graphic designer for over 20 years. But this work - the bodies, the intimacy, the color - this started as survival. It became a practice. Then a language. Then, eventually, a shop.
But it started as survival.
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When did you first find the thing that held you?