Deep in Covid, a work-friend turned me on to a local art event that encouraged me to pick up a practice I did for a book 20 years ago – daily comic journalling. It's a deeply satisfying practice that scratches an itch I didn't realize I had, and has made me reconsider some things. As is common, when you do work only for yourself in a world make for public showing, there's a weird tension here. The best ones to me are usually the ones that get the least response. I'm torn to showing these publicly, but then I remember that the feeling that comes along with showing them is a part of the process.