I started out wielding crayons and eating the glue. Like most children I loved to create, recreate, reincarnate, break down what I knew and rebuild it how I saw fit. I breathed life into my drawings. Doodled in my notebook till the bell in rang in math class. Huddled over my sketchbook under a sheet late at night, using a flashlight so I wouldn’t wake up my brother. I slaved over drafting tables in an overcrowded dorm room and pounded away at the keyboard like some merciless tyrant in my cubicle. I sailed the sea of html and flash before the plug was pulled and then sat at home drinking coffee doodling in the paper as I read the classifieds.

Every aspect of my life has dealt with design. It flows through my blood like music flowed through Mozart. Like baseball flowed through the great bambino or basketball flowed through Dr. J. They were what they did, I am what I do, I design. Design is my life, my purpose, my passion.