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...
You spend thirty years in the design and advertising world, you see a lot of brands come and go. Some arrive with a bang—shiny logos, “mission statements” workshopped to death, and a rollout strategy that lands with all the excitement of the Stanley Cup Parade, minus...
It’s one thing to walk through Rome or Barcelona and marvel at the centuries-old stonework and statues. It’s quite another to turn a corner and find a wild burst of colour or a spray-painted secret shouting from a battered wall. Those stick with me—the art that never...
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...
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...
