Lately, I’ve realized that I’m always collecting. Not with intention or purpose, but with a quiet pull toward the things no one else seems to care about. My camera roll is full of crumpled posters, broken signs, strange textures on walls or spilled paint. I never really questioned it. I just took the pictures.
But now, as I think about my semester of experimentation, I’m starting to see it as a tool to be more present and maybe even as my own way of creating designs that don’t follow.


We live in a culture of overstimulation, where everything is trying to grab our attention like ads, feeds, headlines, polished portfolios. But there’s a different kind of awareness that lives in the cracks. It’s quieter. Slower. More personal.
This week, I’ve been thinking about how noticing could be a form of resistance. A refusal to only look at what’s designed to be looked at. A refusal to be impressed only by what’s been curated, filtered, finished. Noticing is not about finding beauty. It’s about being present enough to see what’s already there. And that’s something design often forgets. We’re trained to create impact. To control the narrative. To arrange every element with intention. But what happens when we just observe? When we gather fragments, traces, leftovers and let them lead us somewhere? I’ve started going on walks with no destination during covid and it kind of became my version of therapy. Just me, my headphones, and an openness to what I might find.
A bent fence, casting a perfect accidental grid on the pavement. A half-painted wall where the tape lines remain like scars. A sticker with only one letter left. Things no one made, but that somehow say something. I’m thinking of this as a kind of visual journal. Not even a moodboard or inspiration source yet. Just proof that the world is already designing without us.
These images might become the texture of a future poster. Or a layout experiment. Or maybe nothing at all. But the act of noticing itself feels valuable. It’s a practice in being present. It’s also a way to challenge the perfectionism I keep wrestling with. Because when I notice things that are broken or unfinished or random and still feel drawn to them, it reminds me that I don’t always have to fix or perfect everything I create.
This project might be about randomness but at the moment, it’s really about paying attention.
Noticing things that don’t scream for it. Stuff that exists on the edges. Messy details. Accidents. Layered posters. Things that feel like they have a story even if I don’t know what it is yet.



I like that I’m not trying to make anything final right now. There’s no pressure to solve anything. I’m just observing. Letting things unfold a bit. Saving images, making notes, trying to figure out what all this could turn into.