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'Wordplay' — Notebooks Made to Remind Us That Creating is Still An Act Of Hope
'Wordplay' — Notebooks Made to Remind Us That Creating is Still An Act Of Hope
'Wordplay' — Notebooks Made to Remind Us That Creating is Still An Act Of Hope
'Wordplay' — Notebooks Made to Remind Us That Creating is Still An Act Of Hope
An exploration of growth, reflection, and the weight of words.
An exploration of growth, reflection, and the weight of words.
An exploration of growth, reflection, and the weight of words.
An exploration of growth, reflection, and the weight of words.
Studio Notes JhonnyT
Studio Notes JhonnyT
Studio Notes JhonnyT
Studio Notes JhonnyT
November 1, 2019
November 1, 2019
November 1, 2019
November 1, 2019
Creative Direction
Creative Direction
Creative Direction
Creative Direction
Product Design
Product Design
Product Design
Product Design
Editorial Design
Editorial Design
Editorial Design
Editorial Design
Story Development
Story Development
Story Development
Story Development
In a year that asked for change, I found myself writing more than ever — words I didn't yet understand, phrases that kept me grounded. Eventually, they stopped being entries in a journal and became something I could hold. Wordplay began there.
These notebooks were small rebellions — an attempt to turn mantras into matter. Each one carried a quiet insistence: change, growth, gratitude, be your own. They weren't designed to be filled. They were designed to fill you.
Color became a language for resilience. Typography became rhythm. Paper became memory. Every choice — texture, tone, weight — was made to remind myself that creation could still feel human. That the simplest object could still carry warmth.
In a year that asked for change, I found myself writing more than ever — words I didn't yet understand, phrases that kept me grounded. Eventually, they stopped being entries in a journal and became something I could hold. Wordplay began there.
These notebooks were small rebellions — an attempt to turn mantras into matter. Each one carried a quiet insistence: change, growth, gratitude, be your own. They weren't designed to be filled. They were designed to fill you.
Color became a language for resilience. Typography became rhythm. Paper became memory. Every choice — texture, tone, weight — was made to remind myself that creation could still feel human. That the simplest object could still carry warmth.
In a year that asked for change, I found myself writing more than ever — words I didn't yet understand, phrases that kept me grounded. Eventually, they stopped being entries in a journal and became something I could hold. Wordplay began there.
These notebooks were small rebellions — an attempt to turn mantras into matter. Each one carried a quiet insistence: change, growth, gratitude, be your own. They weren't designed to be filled. They were designed to fill you.
Color became a language for resilience. Typography became rhythm. Paper became memory. Every choice — texture, tone, weight — was made to remind myself that creation could still feel human. That the simplest object could still carry warmth.
In a year that asked for change, I found myself writing more than ever — words I didn't yet understand, phrases that kept me grounded. Eventually, they stopped being entries in a journal and became something I could hold. Wordplay began there.
These notebooks were small rebellions — an attempt to turn mantras into matter. Each one carried a quiet insistence: change, growth, gratitude, be your own. They weren't designed to be filled. They were designed to fill you.
Color became a language for resilience. Typography became rhythm. Paper became memory. Every choice — texture, tone, weight — was made to remind myself that creation could still feel human. That the simplest object could still carry warmth.
During a time of division, I wanted to make something that could hold light. A place for recipes, poems, sketches, plans, prayers — for whatever made someone feel most alive. The book of endless opportunities.
During a time of division, I wanted to make something that could hold light. A place for recipes, poems, sketches, plans, prayers — for whatever made someone feel most alive. The book of endless opportunities.
During a time of division, I wanted to make something that could hold light. A place for recipes, poems, sketches, plans, prayers — for whatever made someone feel most alive. The book of endless opportunities.
During a time of division, I wanted to make something that could hold light. A place for recipes, poems, sketches, plans, prayers — for whatever made someone feel most alive. The book of endless opportunities.
"This was never just about notebooks. It was about giving the dreamers and doers something to hold — something that reminded them that creating is still an act of hope."
"This was never just about notebooks. It was about giving the dreamers and doers something to hold — something that reminded them that creating is still an act of hope."
"This was never just about notebooks. It was about giving the dreamers and doers something to hold — something that reminded them that creating is still an act of hope."
"This was never just about notebooks. It was about giving the dreamers and doers something to hold — something that reminded them that creating is still an act of hope."
Wordplay was never just about notebooks. It was about archiving a moment in time — a season of self-study, turned tangible. For the ones who write, build, dream, heal — this was a reminder that creation doesn't have to be monumental to be meaningful. Each notebook stood alone as its own little art form, but together they became a quiet gallery of possibility.
Wordplay was never just about notebooks. It was about archiving a moment in time — a season of self-study, turned tangible. For the ones who write, build, dream, heal — this was a reminder that creation doesn't have to be monumental to be meaningful. Each notebook stood alone as its own little art form, but together they became a quiet gallery of possibility.
Wordplay was never just about notebooks. It was about archiving a moment in time — a season of self-study, turned tangible. For the ones who write, build, dream, heal — this was a reminder that creation doesn't have to be monumental to be meaningful. Each notebook stood alone as its own little art form, but together they became a quiet gallery of possibility.
Wordplay was never just about notebooks. It was about archiving a moment in time — a season of self-study, turned tangible. For the ones who write, build, dream, heal — this was a reminder that creation doesn't have to be monumental to be meaningful. Each notebook stood alone as its own little art form, but together they became a quiet gallery of possibility.
Artist's Note: Creating as an Act of Hope
Artist's Note: Creating as an Act of Hope
Artist's Note: Creating as an Act of Hope
Artist's Note: Creating as an Act of Hope
There's something quietly defiant about making things. Especially when the world feels uncertain — when everything around you seems to say wait, pause, don't bother. These notebooks were my reminder that we still get to create. That we can still bring something warm and intentional into existence, even when things feel heavy. Each one was a small act of optimism — a belief that design, color, and care still matter.
For me, creating has always been an act of hope. Hope that expression still connects us. Hope that something made with sincerity can ripple outward. Hope that even the smallest gesture — a notebook, a word, a line — can carry meaning. They weren't about understanding. They were about believing — and beginning anyway.
There's something quietly defiant about making things. Especially when the world feels uncertain — when everything around you seems to say wait, pause, don't bother. These notebooks were my reminder that we still get to create. That we can still bring something warm and intentional into existence, even when things feel heavy. Each one was a small act of optimism — a belief that design, color, and care still matter.
For me, creating has always been an act of hope. Hope that expression still connects us. Hope that something made with sincerity can ripple outward. Hope that even the smallest gesture — a notebook, a word, a line — can carry meaning. They weren't about understanding. They were about believing — and beginning anyway.
There's something quietly defiant about making things. Especially when the world feels uncertain — when everything around you seems to say wait, pause, don't bother. These notebooks were my reminder that we still get to create. That we can still bring something warm and intentional into existence, even when things feel heavy. Each one was a small act of optimism — a belief that design, color, and care still matter.
For me, creating has always been an act of hope. Hope that expression still connects us. Hope that something made with sincerity can ripple outward. Hope that even the smallest gesture — a notebook, a word, a line — can carry meaning. They weren't about understanding. They were about believing — and beginning anyway.
There's something quietly defiant about making things. Especially when the world feels uncertain — when everything around you seems to say wait, pause, don't bother. These notebooks were my reminder that we still get to create. That we can still bring something warm and intentional into existence, even when things feel heavy. Each one was a small act of optimism — a belief that design, color, and care still matter.
For me, creating has always been an act of hope. Hope that expression still connects us. Hope that something made with sincerity can ripple outward. Hope that even the smallest gesture — a notebook, a word, a line — can carry meaning. They weren't about understanding. They were about believing — and beginning anyway.
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Based outside of Los Angeles, telling stories through art, design, and the spaces in-between.
© 2025 JhonnyT. Made with vision & in-betweens.
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Based outside of Los Angeles, telling stories through art, design, and the spaces in-between.
© 2025 JhonnyT. Made with vision & in-betweens.
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Based outside of Los Angeles, telling stories through art, design, and the spaces in-between.
© 2025 JhonnyT. Made with vision & in-betweens.