That’s been a common thread throughout my entire life. In school, in personal relationships and in work. Somebody’s always taken a keen interest in me, pushed me and grew me, with little to nothing for them to gain.
People helped me. People gave to me. People encouraged me and people made me dig deep to accomplish more.
Nobody just gave me all the answers – I had to grow on my own. What they gave me was the right questions.
Another common thread was making things and giving them as gifts. From as far back as I can remember, the very first drawing/painting I ever made was a gift for my mother.
Just about everything I ever created I gave as a gift.
We didn’t have a lot of money when I was a kid.
Although I never starved, we couldn’t afford to buy everybody gifts on their birthday or Christmas, so my mom and I would make stuff for them. From jewelry to herb-oils for cooking, candles, photos with hand-made frames, and of course some good ol’ fashioned art. :)
The third common thread, and probably the most critical to what I do now, I’ve always been a fighter. Literally and metaphorically. I make my own rules, I’m determined to come out on top, and no matter how many times I get knocked down, I keep coming back for more. My Grandpa always called me a burro, AKA a donkey as well as a “stumbling success”. Thanks Grandpa.
Fast forward to the age of 21, I just bought my first home, I just got together with my girlfriend (now my wife) and her 4 year old daughter (now our 11 year old daughter).
I went from very little responsibility to all of the responsibility seemingly overnight. 6 months later, I was laid off from my hard but well-paying oil and gas manufacturing job.
My wife Danielle, being the supportive giver that she is, encouraged me to go back to school full time for something creative instead of sweating my life away in a shop.
She said she’d pay all the bills, and I just had to make A’s.
When I shared our plans with my family and friends, I was told by so many people that I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t make it. It’s too expensive. It’ll take too long. I can’t earn that much in this field. Honestly, my parents were just happy to see me get a GED. All of that has been the fuel that propelled me. It brought out the giver in me, and it brought out the fighter in me.
Now I get to pay all that forward.
I get to help others the same way that the people in my life helped me.
I get to ask the right questions that start a fire within them that makes people unstoppable.
I get to make stuff for people while stunting on my haters.
AND I get paid to do all of this? What’s better than that?
This is about people, not pixels. I want to help translate the messages of my clients visually because they don’t speak that language like I do.
In doing so, I dig deep and push my clients to do the same.
+ Less is more when more is too much.If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough. I keep it simple.
If it’s not helping communicate, it’s getting in the way of the message. Cut it.
Constant and Never Ending Improvement. Healthy things grow.
If it’s not growing, it’s dying. Cut it.
Do it right. Do it forever. Cutting corners and working smarter are not the same thing.
If you think hiring a professional is expensive, hire an amateur first. :)
I help people talk with pictures. And colors. And fonts and stuff.
My daughter Kaelyn is 11.
Carter, is almost 3.
is almost as goofy as me.
He’s hungrier than Eric Carle’s caterpillar.
deserves much of the credit for my creativity.
gets the credit for me being able to use it every day.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’ll root, root, root for the home team.
is where I spend most of my days, chillin’ out maxin’, relaxing all cool… NVM.
and create things with my hands.
even more than I love to cook.
than making memories with my family and friends.
from the real world to drool over Nikes that I probably shouldn’t buy.
my very best dad jokes with Kaelyn.
I’m just in my office working.
but street art is what inspired me when I was younger.
and making Kool-Aid out of popsicles when I don’t want to go to the store.
of spotting poison ivy from miles away.
I found out I have one extra vertebrae in my neck.
that you could know about me is this: I love what I do, and no matter how cliché it sounds, I don’t ever have to work.