I exist in a box for 12 hours a day. For 9 hours, I’m in a stationary position, my fingers poised over a black keyboard, my feet up a boxy harddrive. The remaining three hours are spent in a rattling box a.k.a bus, boxed in between bags, bodies and boredom. You get the brift….
But I have a few guardian angels in the form of a sketch-pen holding bucket, a handmade sketchbook, a phone camera and the Internet. They save my life and make my day a less of an ordeal.
So starting from today, I shall be sharing some of the activities we do when we are in the box.
What I work on when I’m not working #1