The Logbook has become a space for thought and observation—a place where words take the helm. What began as a journal of visual notes and maritime stories has grown into a more reflective territory, where philosophy, ethics, and perception converge.

Here, I let my thoughts drift across themes that shape my work and my way of seeing: the sea, time, craft, attention, and the fragile balance between humanity and nature. Some entries remain close to the shore—anchored in the tangible world of boats, harbours, and water—while others venture into quieter, more abstract reflections.

It is a place to pause, to think, and to write freely. A companion to my visual work, yet with its own current.