Looking back at the books I read this year, one thing is obvious: I wasn’t reading to escape. I was reading to understand. This was not a year of comfort reads or pleasant distractions. It was a year of bodies, death, power, systems, gender, grief, and the quiet violence woven into everyday life. Here’s a full list, in no particular order (not even chronological): Black Butterflies by Priscilla Morris The Right to Sex by Amia Srinivasan Madonna in a Fur Coat by Sabahattin Ali The Satsuma...

Ok, confession time: I didn’t go looking for this device. The lovely folks from TourBox reached out and asked me if I’d like to test their new model – the TourBox Elite Plus – and do a review. So yes, this post is sponsored, but (and this is a hill I’ll die on): everything you’re about to read is 100% my honest take. When I saw it for the first time, I was like... huh. This looks weird. Kinda like a controller for a video game from an alternate universe. But it also had this serious, focused...

Alright, I’ll admit it (this stings a little to say out loud) but I don’t have that many projects going on right now. There. The harsh reality of freelance illustration - sometimes, you're drowning in work and fantasizing about a break, and other times, you have way  too much free time, which, if you’ve read my last post, means I have to find something  to do before I start climbing the walls. So, here’s a little life update! Alongside a few fun ongoing projects, I’ve decided to paint my life...