Coffee’s like a vinyl press—each grind measured, every drip timed, a ritual that sings in quiet rhythm. When I lay down pixels on a digital canvas I do the same: a patient start, precise layers, a stubborn push for the perfect shade. The hiss of a needle and the swirl of espresso both remind me that art is about patience, detail, and a little nostalgic echo of old grooves. And if the canvas stalls, I’ll always remember that perfect cup waits on the other side of a good press.