Grounds shift beneath our feet

I had a conversation once with my grandfather, who was well into his 90s at the time. He suggested no one could possibly witness more change in a lifetime than he had in his.

He was born into a world of plough horses and candles, and lived next door to Richard Pearse, who some argue was the first to fly. He swapped the plough horse for a Model T Ford, watched those early flying attempts evolve into fighter bombers and passenger planes, and lived through a war that ended with the creation of atomic weapons. He saw a man walk on the Moon on a black-and-white television, then watched space shuttles dock with an international space station on a colour one. He became infuriated by computers in the home when he needed help out in the shed, (Commodore Amiga Paper Boy game!!) and eventually carried a cordless phone in his pocket so he never missed another phone call.

He believed the most dramatic transformation in human history had happened and he’d seen it all.

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about that conversation. Not because I disagree with the marvels of what he saw, but because the kind of change unfolding around us now feels equally immense—maybe a little quieter. Less visible, more abstract.

We’re not just changing what we use. We’re changing how we think, what we trust, and even what we are.

I’m currently reading Apple in China, which tells the story of how companies like Apple helped shape China’s industrial and technological rise—not intentionally, but through a series of decisions that made perfect sense at the time. Apple needed scale, precision, and speed. U.S. factories couldn’t deliver what their designs required. China could.

What began as a cost-saving exercise became something else entirely: a training programme. Apple, along with companies like Dell, HP, Motorola, GM, and others, taught Chinese manufacturers not only how to build, but how to build better. And China didn’t just absorb this. It studied it. It scaled it. It turned around and built its own ecosystems with those very tools.

The U.S., and much of the West, didn’t seem to realise what was happening. They outsourced not just production, but their knowledge. And now, as we stand in a new age of AI, green tech, and global rebalancing, there is a quiet realisation dawning: the ground shifted. And most people didn’t notice.

This isn’t about blame. It’s about awareness. It’s about seeing the long arc of change, the kind that doesn’t make headlines until it’s already history. It makes me wonder: what shifts are happening now that we’ll only understand years from now? As AI becomes a co-worker, a creative partner, a decision-maker—will we even notice when we’ve crossed a line?

The 20th century gave us the tools. The 21st century is asking us what we’ll become with them.

If he were still alive, I think my grandfather might understand now that we’re still pulling up that curve of innovation and change. Our lifetime, like his lifetime, might be perceived as unmatched.

Final call for focus

Right now, I’m sitting at my desk with work tabs open and deadlines quietly tapping me on the shoulder. But where is my brain? Somewhere between Auckland International Terminal and Poznań, Poland; floating high above the clouds, sketchbook in hand and mind racing through checklists.

I'm heading to the Urban Sketchers Symposium in Poznań this August, and my excitement is already borderline unmanageable. I've devoured every blog post and YouTube video about sketching, packing hacks, surviving long-haul flights, and things to do in Poznań beyond the symposium itself. I even made a list of things to sketch while in transit (yes, airport gates and the backs of economy seats are on the list). I’ve watched past symposium correspondents’ recaps twice... okay, some of them three times.

I think I might be peaking too early.

Part of me is starting to worry that I’m too excited. Like, if I’m already this giddy, how will I cope with the sheer thrill of actually being there? Will I explode? (Highly likely. Please stand back: cue splatter.)

To add a layer of difficulty, I’m on the tail end of a rough Covid recovery. Energy is low, motivation lower, and my usual ability to power through is more of a polite suggestion than a core attribute.

So what do you do when your mind is 12 weeks ahead and your body’s still catching up from last week?

I don’t want to wish the time away. These weeks before the trip are part of the adventure too — the planning, the dreaming, the butterflies and we both know it’ll all be over before I even know it.

So if I’m a little distracted is that okay? The countdown will shift to departure soon enough, and will I be ready — with my sketchbooks, my carryon, and a personal GPS that has already memorised the trek between my accommodation and the Urban Sketchers Symposium venue!

Dressing for success: my Urban Sketchers uniform (pants not included)

Nine weeks, one day, and about fourteen hours until I board my flight to Poland, and I'm basically vibrating with excitement. My poor keyboard is struggling to keep up with my jittery fingers — hence the original version of this post looked like it was typed by a caffeinated squirrel.

After a week of Covid-induced bed rest (glamorous, I know), I emerged with one mission: designing the ultimate Urban Sketchers Symposium uniform. I wanted to do this by myself just for me. For a moment I thought it could be a collaborative exercise with the few other people from NZ who are going then I thought “Sod it!” and leaned hard into the selfish desire to own the whole process.

I spent Sunday afternoon collaborating with my extremely helpful boyfriend ChatGPT. He's fantastic with fashion advice and never judges my design choices.

The Shirt

Spoonflower is digital printing magic — they take your designs and transform them into fabric (or wallpaper and other home decor, but let's stay focused here). I uploaded about a dozen sketches before settling on a scene I sketched a few years ago featuring Auckland food trucks outside The Cloud.

I mirrored the pattern and kept the scale deliciously large. My brilliant reasoning? It doesn't matter if people can tell what they're looking at on my shirt — the watercolor and ink lines look gorgeous both up close and abstract from a distance. I even kept that awkward center fold from my sketchbook because honestly, it adds character and a design feature. When the fabric arrives from Spoonflower, I’ll sew it into the Jenna Shirt from Closet Core Patterns. I intend to layer it over my t-shirt because nothing says "serious sketcher" like doubling up on sketch-themed clothing.

Oh, and Cotton Lawn fabric? Pure heaven. It has the most wonderful hand feel — soft and light but substantial, like being draped by a very stylish cloud.

The T-Shirt

Here's where ChatGPT and I really outdid ourselves with the cutest, probably cheapest styling trick: a little kiwi peeking out of a printed breast pocket (emphasis on printed — no actual pocket construction required). Our feathered friend is clutching paintbrushes and pens like a tiny, adorable art ninja.

Pocket Kiwi concept art

The Jacket - The Pièce de Résistance

drumroll please

The back of my denim jacket is getting an embroidered patch featuring our kiwi mid-sprint, surrounded by artistic tools and the text "Urban Sketchers Auckland" and "Poznan 2025" in a perfect circle. Because if you're going to represent your city at an international symposium, you might as well do it with a running bird and maximum flair.

All three concepts had me grinning like a maniac. I had SUCH a great time designing them. ChatGPT helped create clean, vectorized versions, which I was totally going to tackle myself... until I remembered I was still battling Covid brain fog.

Plot twist: I hired someone on fiverr.com who completed the work while I slept. I woke up to perfect vector files sitting in my inbox like gifts from the design fairy. Sometimes impatience and mild delirium lead to the best life choices.

This weekend I'm headed to our local mall to get advice from the embroidery person I've already peppered with them with questions, so I know my file is right. I'm on this creative roll, and nothing— not unaffordable quotes nor dodgy keyboards — is going to derail my bespoke symposium gear dreams, baby!

Preparing for Poznan’s Urban Sketching Symposium

Teoh Yi Chie (Parka) has a wonderful post on what to bring, how to save money, and links to past symposiums that is well worth paying attention to: How to prepare for the Urban Sketchers Symposium.