here are those who've always known they were destined to become artists and then there is me. As a kid, the only thing I knew I was destined to become was soaked and scrubbed. I had a thing for mud. If composing melodic mud farts with one's bare feet stuck deep down into swampy goop was a viable occupation — then that's what I would have become — a musical mud man. But since there's no money in mud, I set out in search of a line of work that would welcome and foster my imaginative and playful hankerings.

My journey began with architecture. And while the thought of one day designing the world's first tessering treehouse was a recurring daydream of mine; having to calculate it's tensile strength in the 5th dimension was not. Accepting my mathematical limitations, my aspirations quickly shifted to graphic design; a creative profession thankfully void of quantum physics. At first, I found delight in the field's playful nomenclature. Who wouldn't want to spend their days mocking up a dummy of doodled dingbats?