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…
I'm experimenting with cartoons as Gaeilge (in Irish) in order to help me learn my…
I had the pleasure of tuning in to the initial keynote at ALTC23 by Anne-Marie…
This is an idea I created a few years ago using the Visual Thinkery process…
We often don't associate plastic with the oil industry. But it's a massive market, and…