I was told, repeatedly, to pick a lane. Design or engineering. Art or code. I tried — it didn't take. By day I design product interfaces for early-stage teams. Evenings belong to the workshop: for the past two years I've been building flapping-wing aircraft from carbon rod, mylar, and the occasional broken promise. In between, I draw. The posters started as proportion studies for a client's brand and became a small printed series of their own. None of this is a pivot. It's one practice with different instruments. The sketches inform the interfaces, the machines discipline the sketches, and the writing keeps all of it honest. This page is where the whole thing finally lives in one place — which, until now, it never did.