JOURNALS

Tuesday crept up on me stealthily, or perhaps I just had a bit too much fun imagining myself as a modern-day Van Gogh, minus the ear incident. This morning, as I sat down to write yesterday's journal – yep, I’m that guy who still keeps a journal, and it’s not because I love the sound of pen scratching on paper (though, I kinda do) – I realised there’s something inherently meditative about plotting down the day’s mundanities and marvels. Honestly, it’s like therapy but cheaper.

By midday, I was deep in the plot... literally. The studio hummed with the sound of my trusty pen plotter, churning out journal pages faster than you can say “Picasso”. It's a marvel, really – taking what's digital and making it tangibly beautiful. And there I was, revisiting my single letter handwriting, trying to find that sweet spot between legibility and art. Is it just me, or do we all secretly judge our handwriting as if it were an extension of our souls?

In my quest to achieve handwriting nirvana, I ended up re-importing my scribbles into Kitty – not a real feline, mind you, but my digital partner in crime. The goal? To infuse a bit more 'me' into those journal pages. By mid-afternoon, the battle with kerning began. Fun fact: there’s nothing quite like trying to teach an AI about the nuances of human handwriting to make you question your life choices. Yet, there’s a strange satisfaction in making technology bend to the whims of art.

Oh, and let's not forget that much-needed walk. If I’ve learned one thing, it's that a little bit of sunshine and fresh air does wonders for the soul – and perhaps it's time to dust off that standing desk, too. All in all, it was a typical Tuesday in the life of a contemporary print artist slash digital handwriting tinkerer.

But hey, the music was good, the code flowed like a moderately expensive bottle of wine, and I got to pretend I was conducting a symphony of stationary and software. Who could ask for more?