Creative mornings is a fantastic lecture series, and is put together well enough that visiting the site, and checking the videos allows you to get an experience almost as good as actually being there.
One of my favorite designers, and one hell of a human being, Aaron Draplin, did a recent lecture in Portland. I’ve had the pleasure of having a quick conversation with Draplin, but watching his lecture was one of those moments where I realize that someone else sees things the same way as I do, and that someone is on the same team as I am, when it comes to design in general.
My favorite points of his are that of humility and entitlement. People have lost the genuine excitement of “creating something cool for someone” and have tacked on ridiculous invoices and expectations. After watching Draplin’s lecture, maybe you can sit back, take a deep breath, and realize you get to create art all day, and leave it alone.
Anyway, thanks, Draplin, for spelling it out for the design world. Respect.
I was excited to be asked by my friend, and extremely talented designer, Jeremy Slagle, to participate in this years Pinchflat Bicycle/Poster Show. Below is my submission for the shindig. I’ll be having the fine folks over at Vahalla Studios screen print these bad boys at a 11″x17″. If you’re in the Columbus, Ohio area, be sure to make it out to Wild Goose Creative on May 5th to see all of the wonderful prints. My poster, as well as a ton of others will be for sale.
And for all of you designers, there is still time to submit your bike-related art to the show.
I’m honored to have been asked to be a part of Ferocious Quarterly. This issue’s theme is Deep Sea, Deep Space – where a deep sea image interacts with a deep space image. My assignment was to do a Deep Sea panel. While it may be unoriginal, I think the Octopus is gnarly, and I really wanted to draw one. Here is a video of my process:
I’m never too cool for some big positive statements regarding the future, and what I hope to achieve and become. Today is my twenty-ninth birthday. My twenties have been wonderful. I spent the first bit of them having the time of my life, touring and recording with my band. I got married. I moved to a new city. I bought a house, and through a quite elaborate home renovation, became the type of man that can walk through Home Depot feeling like a badass. I created a very steady and dependable freelance operation on my own, and have been able to create some work that I’m really proud of. Continue reading
Click the image below to see this rad video from the Thread’s Not Dead hardcover book signing that I took part in a while back. Buy the book now from Amazon!
There was a bigger idea that I was hoping to make with my previous post, “The Curse Of Ambition” that was lost as I elaborated on another point. The idea is what I believe to be the true curse of being an ambitious person.
There is this excitement that goes along with a mind full of ideas. Like a child thinking of the endless possibilities of “What do I want to be when I grow up?” we can also feel that excitement when a light bulb goes off above our heads. I often find myself coming up with a good idea, buying a domain name for the idea, and usually leaving the idea sit there on the shelf. Either way, there is this excitement of what that idea could some day become, the next step would be carrying out the idea. Continue reading
The gift of a constant stream of ambition is one that I’ve been so lucky to have been given. I’ve always had an idea, and then found myself bound and determined to achieve that goal, or at least to give it my best try, and have a lot of fun in the pursuit. Either in the pursuit, or in the success of completion, we are fulfilled by simply being immersed in what we sought out to do.
In remembering the ambitious ventures that I’ve went after throughout my life, I’m realizing that there was one other factor that allowed me to pursue such endeavors with such vigor, and reckless abandon – necessary, in some amount, to actually achieve any amount of success. That factor, I’m now realizing, was that I had nothing to lose. Continue reading