Between 2008 and 2014 I worked at two major London art institutions as an invigilator of exhibition spaces. I could often sneak-in my sketch books and make notes and drawings while working. Through these years and these working hours I made thousands of drawings, which often reflected on the tensions, desperation and occasional relaxation of my job. My drawings and sketches made through these years have a diaristic quality to them as they speak from what was going on in my life at the time – precarity, coming out, occasional isolation from loved ones, communal living in a North London warehouse, and the first, rather turbulent years of my PhD project. I didn’t think of these works on paper as ‘works’, until much later, when after starting sharing them with friends, I realised that their humour and tragedy, have a quality of accessibility and elusive urgency, that I could have perhaps not materialised, if made them with a purpose other than my own survival in the moment of drawing.