Hello. I’m Will Wood.

When I was eight years old, I thought I could move things with my mind. As it turned out, I was moving my head instead.

So, what do I do? I make stuff up. I imagine. I think in pictures and words. I share inspiring moments with others. I think in a group. I ask, “What if we…” and “Why not?” And I help others do all of the above.

I have nineteen senses: Sight, Sound, Touch, Smell, Taste, Humor, Rhythm, Irony, History, Sensibility, Community, Spirituality, Urgency, Privacy, Aesthetic, Wonder, Complexity, Integrity, and Absurdity.

If I hadn’t been a creative professional, I’d be a cartoonist, a writer, a protest singer, an artist, a rodeo clown, an atmospheric photographer, a poet, a one man band, a crowd control strategist, a mentat, a wanderer, a collector, an interpreter of dreams, a silencer of doubt, a human cannonball, a mime, or a flamenco guitarist from Barcelona named Guillermo.

I’m a compulsive doodler. It’s my way of seeing the world, my narrow escape, and my means to an end. It’s an irresistible and urgent act. It’s a language, a process, and a therapy. And it keeps me from being afraid of numbers.

And I doodle when I’m paying attention.