The Journal.
Different experiences. One voice.
The
Journal.
A place for the things I notice, experience, question and occasionally change my mind about. Sometimes I write. Sometimes I film. Sometimes I just document the moment.
I'm not an expert on everything I find interesting. This is a personal journal, not a collection of academic papers.
One voice. Different moods.
Three sample entries exploring how curiosity, humour and vulnerability can live in the same journal.
When Cars Stopped Feeling DifferentWhen Cars Stopped Feeling Different
A driver's question about screens, buttons and the small details that make a car feel personal.
Preview draft
Apparently, I Have Become a Plant ParentApparently, I Have Become a Plant Parent
A balcony, a few plants and the completely unreasonable joy of discovering a new leaf.
Preview draft
1500 Kilometres From Home1500 Kilometres From Home
Preparing to speak in an unfamiliar place, with a camera nearby to document the parts people don't see.
Preview draftWritten reflections.
Thoughts to read, not research claims to defend.
The feelingof a car.
When Cars Lost Their Personality
A driver's personal thoughts on physical buttons, screens and the things that make a car feel like more than transport.
Read sample entry ↗Conversations with myself.
Podcast-style reflections, with room for video, voiceover and the occasional audio-only episode.
IdentityBeats Motivation
Identity Beats Motivation
Thinking aloud about consistency, routine and the person I'm becoming.
In developmentThe Art ofShowing Up
The Art of Showing Up
Some days progress looks smaller than we imagined.
In developmentSmall Wins,Big Identity
Small Wins, Big Identity
The quiet things we achieve without giving them much credit.
In developmentVisual stories.
When the footage, sound or photographs carry something words alone can't.
1500 KilometresFrom Home
1500 Kilometres From Home
Preparing for a speech, making the journey and stepping up to speak. Planned, not yet a completed film.
Same Space.Better Feeling.
The Balcony Project
Small changes to a familiar space and what they meant to me.