'SDM' Imagine walking through the snow and fog until a strange outpost appears in the distance. Lights flicker. Antennas hum. Numbers and letters glow against the storm, and somewhere, barely visible, my initials...SDM...pulse like a strange beacon. Maybe it’s a research station. Maybe it’s a nightclub for Antarctic ghosts. Maybe it’s the place where you accidentally sign up for a course that changes the way you see and create art forever. Hard to say. Inside, the halls are warm, the walls hum with electricity, and people are busy stitching together worlds that don’t exist yet. Sketches grow into cities, empty rooms bloom into stories, and half-formed ideas wander out into the light, transformed. If you hang around long enough, you start to feel it too...that sense that you’ve stepped sideways into another dimension, one where making images is equal parts craft, mischief, and a little bit of sorcery. That’s the world I’ve been building in my new course. And right now, the hatch is o...