Captain's Log

On this International Men’s Day, I find myself thinking less about celebration and more about the models we inherit and the ones we choose to build. One of my earliest and most vivid memories is telling my mum that we could dig a hole in the back yard, scream all of our emotions into it, then bury them and move on. I was six years old and I had a lot to learn. I grew up in a house where emotions weren’t always handled well, but I also grew up around women who modelled somethi

Reflections on my first two months as primary caregiver for our eight month old daughter, Saoirse. The details aren’t important and I won’t go through them here, these are just some things I’ve dealt with in my working years: Power’s out to the hospital, it’s 50ºC outside, the 30yo gene has also upped and died; This thirteen person workshop isn’t doing what it could, carve it down to 5 and tell us all is good; Partner living over east the borders are shut down, stay and build

Most of my projects begin in the fog — a vague shadow of an idea, glimpsed but not clearly seen. That uncertainty can feel unsettling. Should I chase the half-seen idea, or settle for the safer one I can picture more clearly? But here’s the thing: the safe, well-lit path casts its own shadows. Sometimes the danger is not in what you can’t see, but in the belief you’ve seen everything. In DOTA, in most games, this is called the fog of war. You can only see as far as you or you