I’m a Graphic Artist, have been for a little over 40 years. The profession used to be
called “commercial art” which is a better name I think, it’s creativity and art purposed
for advertising and commerce.
Creativity on demand is difficult, taxing even the most enthusiastic of my tribe, and I was
looking for a side hustle to help me recharge my imagination and feed my creative soul.
I really wanted to paint. I have an Instagram gallery of hundreds of paintings that I love.
I look at them and say “I can do that." But I can’t for some reason, no matter how hard I
try. Stephen Pressfield calls this “The Resistance,” a common thing that happens to all
creative people. It’s the invisible force that stands between you and your goal and says
flatly, “You can’t do that.” And sadly, we believe it.
So I decided that if I can’t paint on canvas, I’ll paint with words.
I started writing for the school newspaper when I was 17. I never thought much about
it, I just liked telling stories and there were lots of stories to tell. I didn’t much like English
class though, it always frustrated me how they insisted students break down sentences.
Is it simple, compound, complex, or compound-complex? That didn’t matter to me nearly
as much as it did to my instructors.
All I’ve ever cared about is, is it honest and interesting? Does it sound right? Does it place
you in the moment and move you?
My observations were not well received by the English Department, so I got an average grade.
And because grades are the standard way to define your future path in life, I figured I was not
suited for the profession of writer, or journalist or whatever.
In college I found my calling when I discovered graphic design. I enjoy everything about design
and advertising, and have worked on a gazillion accounts in multi-media for agencies and clients
all over the place. My clients are amazing and I love the work.
But I need to create something that’s all me.
So I started writing again and my process is still not to think too much, just write, and believe that
what comes out is what’s supposed to. And someday, those words will get me to a place where I
can finally paint. Then, who knows…
So I invite you to enjoy my stories and let me know what you think!
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