I’m obsessed with what language can do when you stop asking it to behave. When it starts moaning instead of informing. When it stops being polite. Typography is my first medium, but emotion—visceral, physical emotion—is what I’m really shaping. My work lives in the collision between discipline and abandon, between the grid and the body. Every letter is a character. Every composition is an encounter. Sometimes they seduce. Sometimes they overwhelm. Always, they ask something from you.

These prints are not passive objects. They’re invitations. To feel more. To want more. To imagine what happens if you stop filtering your instincts. I don’t care if it’s too much. I don’t care if it makes you uncomfortable. In fact—I hope it does. Because discomfort is where all the honest things start to surface. That’s the space I want to design in.