every good sprite starts with a bad first draft.

Old Nokia games like Bounce, Diamond Rush, and those little racing games are what got me into pixel art. Those tiny monochrome screens—just 84×48 pixels—forced every sprite to matter. A bouncing ball, a blocky snake, a tiny car racing toward a city you could never reach: each pixel carried weight. The chunky look wasn't a limitation, it was a style. And for me, it wasn't just games—it was my childhood. Waiting for the bus, hiding under the blanket past bedtime, the click of the keypad. That's why pixel art feels like home to me. It's not outdated. It's a time capsule.