Remembering

This isn’t a portfolio piece. It’s a release. A design exercise that turned into something heavier the moment I let go of the rules. No structure. No brief. No audience to please. Just instinct, chaos, and a night where I stopped designing to be seen and started designing to feel alive again. Somewhere between the layers, I remembered why I started doing this in the first place. Not to build brands. Not to chase approval. But to chase that rare, impossible moment when something strange and honest breaks through.

This piece isn’t polished. It’s not refined for the grid. It doesn’t care about scale or systems. It’s messy, fast, angry, joyful, loud, and beautiful because of it. The beauty is in the letting go. The part of the process most designers forget once they start playing for salary and strategy. But I needed this. I needed to remind myself that play is still sacred. That instinct still matters. That design isn’t just for presenting. Sometimes it’s for surviving. And if this makes no sense to anyone else, that’s fine. It wasn’t made for anyone else.