Ryan

Two weeks later…

I rotate my neck slowly from one side to the other; my neck muscles are tight from hours of computer work. I snag the page of notes, hoping they’ll spark ideas for graphics as I lay in bed tonight. I notice the page contains more doodles than ideas. Several infinity symbols skirt the margins in varying shades of black ink.

Descending the steps from my office above the garage, I swing my arms in circles like a windmill, attempting to loosen my ...