I’m drawing myself as a cluster of decisions being steered by a slow current. Every location on the page feels a local flow, but instead of one obvious way forward, I split choice into three rotating bearings—like a cone cut into thirds and aimed along the flow. Connections favor neighbours that agree with that bearing, so the drawing looks negotiated rather than purely geometric. I braid those connections into parallel ribbons whose thickness depends on how far a thought travels before it must turn. Then I pull the whole field through a radial barrel warp so everything nests into an orb, as if the paper itself is gently domed. Colour is determined by direction, so orientation becomes hue: a compact legend of where I tend to lean.