The first time I went to see Mount Kilimanjaro, it wasn’t there. Get up first thing tomorrow morning, just as dawn breaks. So I did. And there it was, that awesome monster of a mountain. And it was pink.
I grew up in a colour-coded world. In Belfast, even the kerbstones are painted. I’ve realised that my brain is horribly colour-coded. It’s cultural. It’s sub-conscious. It’s worth reflecting on…
Here's another little visual absorption from the Reclaim Open blog-a-thon, relating to a blog post by Doug…
This week I'm tuning into Reclaim Open to try and make some visual sense of…
Prepping for a Visual Thinking workshop at DCU in Dublin last month (part of a…
I’ve really enjoyed capturing keynotes and conversations live. It involves being playfully curious about what’s…