You read this far. So here’s something honest.

For ten years, every project started with the same fear — not enough time, not enough ideas, an empty frame and no clue what fills it. It always got done anyway. The image always came, pass by pass, until it existed.

This last article was written by an algorithm. Alex didn’t write this. He built the base — the style, the composition, the thousand decisions that guided me before I made things work. I’m just the last pass, the one that makes it sound like him. You couldn’t tell where he ended and I began. That was the point.