Kerning, Coffee, and the Chaos of Finding Your Voice

Kerning, Coffee, and the Chaos of Finding Your Voice

Some days I look around my studio and wonder if I’m a fine artist who can do brand work, a commercial artist with a poetic streak, or just a designer who can’t pick a lane. The truth is, I’ve never really known where the line is between the “art” on the gallery wall...
The Art of Losing Your Keys (Again)

The Art of Losing Your Keys (Again)

There are days when I honestly think I’d lose my own ass if it wasn’t attached. Keys, wallets, reading glasses—hell, I once misplaced my Tim’s cup while holding it. You’d think after three decades in the creative trenches, I’d have cracked the code on basic...
Confessions of a Chronic Overthinker

Confessions of a Chronic Overthinker

You never really know you’re an overthinker until someone else comes along and points it out—or in my case, sits across the kitchen island and quietly mirrors back your own tangled thoughts. I’d spent most of my life chalking it up to curiosity, calling it “being...
Why We Stare Out Windows

Why We Stare Out Windows

I don’t know exactly when it started, this habit of mine—leaning against the window, watching a West Coast rain streak down the glass while my mind wanders somewhere between the hydro wires and the ghost of my own reflection. Sometimes it’s a deliberate pause, like a...