Tuig Oma began in 2017, when I started drawing simple doodles with no real purpose other than mild entertainment. The illustrations were a bit odd, a bit dumb, and somehow just kept multiplying. Over time, this accidental hobby developed its own dry sense of humor, the kind that quietly sneaks in rather than loudly demands attention.

Eventually, the drawings escaped the sketchbook. First they ended up on a T-shirt featuring a pair of unapologetically saggy boobs. Then came stickers, and gradually the collection grew into something resembling an actual brand, recognisable, slightly absurd, and apparently here to stay.

What makes Tuig Oma unique is its stubborn commitment to not taking itself too seriously. The work is playful, understated, and intentionally imperfect. And every so often, I wander off on a side quest to paint a mural, bringing the same deadpan energy to a much larger surface.