I am an illustrator / designer in Ypsilanti, Michigan. I began my education at the Savannah College of Art & Design in 2000. I was captain of the cross country team there, which was a lot of fun, but a close call with an alligator convinced me to transfer out. So it goes.
I finished college at the University of Michigan where I received my BFA in graphic design in 2004. I liked it a lot and learned all sorts of great things there, but none of them were how to breathe underwater, which has been a long standing goal of mine. So it goes.
When I’m not working on important projects I tend to invest my time in any number of trivial pursuits, such as: Foot races, writing mediocre poetry, hiking, thinking myself in ridiculous circles, reading, brachiating, and kicking dead horses. Also, come to think of it, I’m mildly obsessed with otters…
Aside from my dramatic foray into The South, I also had a stint doing the Unemployed Young Person in Chicago Thing. Though it seems I always end up back here near my family and friends (they’re a nerdy bunch of weirdos, but they’re dear to me). It probably helps that I’m actually completely in love with Michigan, right down to its snow-covered underbelly.
Other interests include: Hiding my fingers and toes from snapping turtles. Hunting mudpuppies. Tending an orchard of fruitless enterprises. The Great Water and its ships, sea captains, and sea monsters. Vectorizing my imagination 1mb at a time; BEING the Bézier curve. Autumnal this-and-that. Constantly being out-flanked by continental climate. Kinematics. Animals. The places they live. Being a college tourist. Dinosaurs. My dog and his monkey face. Typography jokes (not really, but enough to annoy my friends). Docks. Running fast in the cold. Ultimate frisbee. Wishing I was better at sports than I actually am. Snorkeling. Maps and charts. Writing. Crowing. Carrying on. Cussing more than my mom deems appropriate. Hugs. Hyperbole. Timeless kitsch. Clouds in the shape of supermodels.
There’s only one rule that I know of, babies— God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.
– Mr. Kurt Vonnegut
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
– Hunter S. Thompson