Well, here you are. Wanna know the quick details?

I'm a graphic designer. While my background stems from a range of fine art & comic books, as a designer I focus on and specialize in print & creative production. I'm based in Toronto, Ontario.

I started as a print designer, and have worked for companies such as Midas, Rogers, and Fido.

My skills are broad, ranging from hefty experience with marketing and retail design to a very strong history in art, painting, and illustration.

A little bit about me

Before turning 20 I decided that backpacking around Europe was a good goal to have. So I did. (For a little bit at least.) There was no real connection, save that a friend of mine lived over in Brussels. When I bought the ticket that summer, I really didn't know what I was getting into. All I knew is that I needed to see all the art that before had only existed in books. (And yes, it was well worth it.) When I was there, I realized that I didn't know how to walk. I don't mean this metaphorically, not some analogy about learning to crawl before you run. What I mean is I did not know how to experience walking. We all know how to get somewhere, but I did not know to to pay attention to the act of getting there. This first thing I would do in any city was this: I purposefully got lost. After checking my largest packs in a locker in whatever train station I was in, I would walk out into the city and let happenstance have me. Paris, Rome, Florence. (In retrospect, this is probably not the wisest thing to do.)

It was great. And I learned how to see what was around me. I leant how to travel. And then I went back to regular life, head down, getting through. And then, time passed. Sometimes that spark came back, but its often easier to barrel past without looking, until recently, when I found myself walking and a little lost in Toronto. Closest big city to me for most of my life, and I realized I'd never done what I loved to do there. So I walked it, not the busy self important downtown which I had been to a thousand times over, but the eastern side, the distillery and leslieville and the beaches. Finally the damn city won me over and I remembered what it was to get lost. I think better, clearer, when I am walking. Open air and white noise. People passing, life and colour and brilliant sound.

Decisions and inspiration both come with fire and fury.
I need to do this more.