Journal

I could never write enough words on this page to describe London to me. My fondest memories of my first club night in Romford Yates’, the raves in Essex we’d drive late into 7am we would drive back from, even the privelege of being able to hop on the tube to travel to any part of the city and have a unique experience each time. I would visit my friends in any part of London in an hour (if I could remember when I was actually supposed to turn up),

My times can be

As of late I’ve been doing a lot better; eating healthier, exercising.
Learning.

Exploring.

A lot of my time now has been spent #irl as opposed to being a habitually online creature, scouring the net for info and new knowledge to add to my repertoire.
I learned that over this period, I had accrued enough theory to do whatever I desired, but the accumulation of theoretical praxis does not make one a good practical do-er, which is what my last few months have been dedicated to.
The perfection of my craft.

In this vein, I have also done well to gain more practical experience in Graphic Design, which I’m now quite proud of.
It started off as small edits in Gimp;

Before extending to my own art pieces, made with Figma & Photoshop:

…the latter which I couldn’t be more proud of! It turned out just as I had hoped, with every minutia of detail crafted, the perfect texture overlays, subtle gradients and that really sick filter- I still fangirl inside thinking about just how I managed this.

But, it gave me pause; I have the power in me to do literally anything I want.
This is the first point in my life where I realize I’m no longer shackled by insecurity, or lack of opportunity, I have friends in both high & low places now.

I’m more-so extremely grateful to myself for creating this site, and still maintaining it to this day, as my knowledge base, my steadfast. A reminder of the servitude I had put into myself over the years. It paid off. Thank you, me.