Despite our community being physically dispersed across the globe, we found ways to come together, collaborate, and create in this time of extraordinary upheaval.

“My model making mat sits half tucked underneath the foot of my bed. It gets in the way sometimes, but not that much”…

Sketches. These threads of thought can drift about loosely forever, or be woven into the fabric of our “next big idea”, but in any case, they’re probably not uploaded to our Miro boards come time for review.

What happens when our morning commute gets truncated from a 15 minute bike ride to “15 steps from my bed to my desk”?

A short list of objects that live semi-permanently in my workspace: a bright orange metal desk flanked on one side by a bookcase and on the other by a noisy heating pipe that is definitely not at all annoying…