Decorative Covers

I was sitting in line at my local coffee shop this morning, frantically sketching a new lighting concept on my tablet, when I realized my hand was shaking from sheer exhaustion. My…

I was sitting in my favorite corner of that tiny cafe near the pier this morning, staring at my tablet with a half-finished digital sketch that had been gathering virtual dust for…

I was sitting in my favorite corner of that tiny, dimly lit coffee shop in Portland this morning, my stylus hovering over my tablet, when I felt that familiar, paralyzing knot in…

I was sitting in my favorite corner of that tiny, salt-crusted coffee shop back in Maine last Tuesday, frantically doodling a new neon-soaked landscape on my tablet, when I realized I was…

I was sitting in my favorite corner of that cramped little cafe in Portland this morning, my stylus hovering over my tablet while the steam from my oat milk latte blurred my…

I was sitting in a cramped, neon-lit corner of a virtual gallery last week, watching a digital installation ripple like liquid silk, when it hit me: we’ve been lied to about what…

I was sitting in my favorite corner of that tiny, sun-drenched cafe in Portland last Tuesday, sketching out some neon-soaked concept art on my tablet, when I realized I was doing it…

I was sitting in a cramped, dimly lit corner of a local gallery last week, watching a digital projection bleed across the walls, when it hit me: we treat our social lives…

I was sitting in my favorite corner of that tiny, salt-aired cafe in Maine last Tuesday, mindlessly doodling a neon-soaked landscape on my tablet, when my phone buzzed with yet another “maybe”…