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...
