What began as spilled paint on an old coffee table, turned into a life long desire to be creative and interpret my surroundings in squiggly lines and funky colors that move and excite. While my fellow 2nd graders were learning their multiplication tables, I was busy drawing KISS stages and the fine intricacies of Gene Simmons tongue. While this behavior didn’t sit well with my math teachers, it suited me just fine. I found that through art and music you meet the most eclectic bunch of rebels to walk the face of this great rock we call earth. I trudged through grade school crayons intact, and gained my cynicism stripes in high school and picked up the camera as my newest tool to experiment with. It is here where the idea of actually making a living doing Graphic Design became a reality.
Enter Gayle Jack, a creative, beautiful and caring art teacher who made it look so easy. Gayle would push me and my friend Derek to doing better. Sometimes we would push back and be relegated to making clay for the underclassman for our “rebellious” efforts. Ah! High school. Around this time is when I started delving into music and the magic of the guitar and testing the patience of my mother. I spent the next 10 years meeting some interesting people and rubbing elbows with some of my music idols. With the end of Grunge came a desire to get back into art and a new career. I enrolled at The Art Institute of Seattle and began working on my Degree in Graphic Design.
People can leave a mark on our lives and guide us through tough times. It was at The Art Institute of Seattle that I gained a lot of marks; some would call them welts…Granted I averaged about ten years over my fellow classmates, and most of the time that garnered me some ease with my teachers. They could see that I was not there to blow through mommy and daddy’s bank account to make finger paintings. I wanted the toughest, most talented and the most opinionated teachers the school had to offer. If I didn’t have a class with them, I sought them out to critique my work. Dale Nordell, who taught me some great illustration techniques and was the butt of many of my Jim Jay Bullock, separated at birth jokes. The always friendly Nan Cauthorn, who was a great artist and very caring. R.I.P. Nan. My favorite rebel of the bunch, Bill Cumming who opened the door to a beautiful world of painting and drawing I had never seen before. Last but not least is the ever so honest Sigrid Canon. Sigrid delivered the brutal truth and that was so refreshing and entertaining. I’m sure there are some students lying on a couch somewhere, still trying to cope with Sigrid’s critique but god bless her!
After graduating, I spent some time in the sports marketing field and once I was aged to perfection, I stinted as fresh meat for the Dot Com grinder. After the Dot Com bomb, I went back to the sports marketing field only to watch the 9/11 attacks put corporate dollars in lock-down, along with my job. Since then I’ve been working in the large format printing arena and meddling with freelance work here and there taking on contracts with Amazon.com, MYHABIT.com and other web focused design projects.