First Sketchbook
The linework is messy, the shapes skewed, and the forms ain't forming, but this was the most fun I've had in a while.
Welcome to
A personal museum. Dispatches from the quiet life:
art made, books read, music felt, memories kept.
The linework is messy, the shapes skewed, and the forms ain't forming, but this was the most fun I've had in a while.
A 16.14 km mapping of memory. A rainy trek that turned the green road between Ruiru and Kiambu into a rhythmic, gray sequence of snapshots.
Ngũgĩ's first novel read on a matatu to Thika. The book and the road felt like the same sentence.
Three months on a single chord progression. The guitar teaches patience the way no one else will.
A deep dive into past connections, the logic of the heart, and the fear of the chase.
Reflections from 'the trenches' on the clarity of detachment and the expectations of a keeper.