Hey, welcome in.
This is my world in pixels. And I'm curious about the feel of yours.

Hey, welcome in. This is my world in pixels. And I'm curious about the feel of yours.

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the very culmination

of my being

the very culmination

of my being

the very culmination of my being

The First Spark


The First Spark


The First Spark


Pre-feed web (2000s)

This is me discovering my brother’s “comp” — a thing I wasn’t supposed to touch too much.

A private universe pretending to be a box on a desk.


The room went quiet. The screen glowed. The cursor blinked… and suddenly I wasn’t looking at a screen anymore. I was inside something.


That moment taught me: curiosity is a force you design for. At the edge of the unknown — that’s where user experience begins.

This is me discovering my brother’s “comp” — a thing I wasn’t supposed to touch too much.

A private universe pretending to be a box on a desk.


The room went quiet. The screen glowed. The cursor blinked… and suddenly I wasn’t looking at a screen anymore. I was inside something.


That moment taught me: curiosity is a force you design for. At the edge of the unknown — that’s where user experience begins.

This is me discovering my brother’s “comp” — a thing I wasn’t supposed to touch too much.

A private universe pretending to be a box on a desk.


The room went quiet. The screen glowed. The cursor blinked… and suddenly I wasn’t looking at a screen anymore. I was inside something.


That moment taught me: curiosity is a force you design for. At the edge of the unknown — that’s where user experience begins.

When the Magic Faded


When the Magic Faded

When the Magic Faded


Feed era (2016-present)

Algorithms. Endless scroll.

Then it started feeding you.


Swipe. Refresh.

Full, but still starving.


The algorithm knows your clicks, but not your chaos. That’s the one thing it can’t touch. And that’s where we could build new doors.

Algorithms. Endless scroll.

Then it started feeding you.


Swipe. Refresh.

Full, but still starving.


The algorithm knows your clicks, but not your chaos. That’s the one thing it can’t touch. And that’s where we could build new doors.

Algorithms. Endless scroll.

Then it started feeding you.


Swipe. Refresh.

Full, but still starving.


The algorithm knows your clicks, but not your chaos. That’s the one thing it can’t touch. And that’s where we could build new doors.

did we trade curiosity for convenience?

did we trade curiosity for convenience?

did we trade curiosity for convenience?

my gang is small, but we’re serious about weird ideas.

my gang is small, but we’re serious about weird ideas.

my gang is small, but we’re serious about weird ideas.

It's dangerous to go alone!

It's dangerous to go alone!

It's dangerous to go alone!

(Who are "we"?)

Back then, the internet worked like a message in a bottle — you’d send it out not knowing if anyone would ever find it. Somehow, it came back to you: “me too.” Suddenly, the room wasn’t empty.


I design digital experiences — and building a small circle for people who still choose curiosity and who can sit with an idea a little longer than it feels comfortable.

Back then, the internet worked like a message in a bottle — you’d send it out not knowing if anyone would ever find it. Somehow, it came back to you: “me too.” Suddenly, the room wasn’t empty.


I design digital experiences — and building a small circle for people who still choose curiosity and who can sit with an idea a little longer than it feels comfortable.

Back then, the internet worked like a message in a bottle — you’d send it out not knowing if anyone would ever find it. Somehow, it came back to you: “me too.” Suddenly, the room wasn’t empty.


I design digital experiences — and building a small circle for people who still choose curiosity and who can sit with an idea a little longer than it feels comfortable.

Brick by Brick

Brick by Brick

Brick by Brick

(Building the doors through walls)

Every project that lands in my hands carries a bit of that first spark. The same kid who stared at a glowing screen grew up stacking bricks. LEGO taught me: start small, stay honest, try again.

If you’re carrying something messy and real, let’s sit together and make a door for it.

Every project that lands in my hands carries a bit of that first spark. The same kid who stared at a glowing screen grew up stacking bricks. LEGO taught me: start small, stay honest, try again.


If you’re carrying something messy and real, let’s make a door for it. Back to floor-level magic. We’ll make it simple again.

Every project that lands in my hands carries a bit of that first spark. The same kid who stared at a glowing screen grew up stacking bricks. LEGO taught me: start small, stay honest, try again.

If you’re carrying something messy and real, let’s sit together and make a door for it.

where patience became my love language

where patience became my love language

where patience became my love language

But not too close

But not too close

I am hypersensitive :D

I am hypersensitive :D

From Mess to Design

From Mess to Design

From Mess to Art

From Mess to Art

Tools I Use

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Tools I Use

Choose your path

Choose your path

Here’s what I’m open for:

Here’s what I’m open for:

Don’t Be Shy

Let’s Talk Design*

Don’t Be Shy,

Let’s Talk Design*

My name is Victoria