Why this book exists
Art didn't just fill my time. It gave me back myself.
A few years ago I was stuck, depressed, anxious, and without direction. I'd built things, sold a company, done work I was proud of, and still felt like I'd lost myself somewhere along the way.
My wife suggested something simple: make art for 100 days. Not good art. Just art. So I did. A little every day. Slowly the days started to feel different, lighter, then genuinely hopeful.
This workbook is that practice, turned into something you can hold. It won't fix everything. But it gives you a small, doable thing to do each day, and a place to put what you're feeling. That's where it starts.
