Technically, I’m technically trained.
I went to photography school.
I left it for design school.
I have the same Adobe skills as the design school graduate next to me.
I weld, saw, glue, build, draw, and conceptualize.
I have the tools to make ideas come to fruition.
But you can’t teach someone how to see.
Everywhere I look, my eyes serve as the viewfinder of a camera, and my blink is the shutter.
I perceive the world with zest. Differently, optimistically, critically.
I analyze and challenge the words I read, the images I see, as if I was forming a rebuttal. It’s a unique perception that sparks a fearless process.
I bring the incessant curiosity.
Let me ask you:
When you blink, are you missing milliseconds of awake, or enjoying milliseconds of asleep? Once you add milk to cereal, wouldn’t it just be called soup? Is wondering just your mind wandering? Is remembering nothing and forgetting everything the same thing? Why do we think the amount of times we press an elevator button has a correlation to its arrival time? I ask nebulous questions that don’t have definite answers. This way, people debate on intuition rather than facts.
I’d never leave a friend waiting at the airport. I’d never take up all the foot room on a coffee table. I’m not afraid of wandering, and I’m shamelessly explorative. I’m convinced I can convince anyone of anything. Yes, I’ll photograph my food, but perfection of the symmetry is crucial. In architecture school, I never let the glue show on my models. For the 3% that noticed the glue wasn’t showing, it was worth it. I truly believe boredom is a figment of imagination, and curable. I’d be happy with payment in air miles. An airplane is a time machine. I’d fly around the world chasing daylight. I don’t mind getting older, but I’m not interested in aging. With that said, I’ll never tell my future children to turn the music down. I have an affinity for grammar, and a theory in relation to the capitalization of words and punctuation. I take every opportunity to portray my aesthetic ideals, regardless of the forum. I analyze seemingly black and white scenarios and blur until gray. I think laterally. My ideas are the underdog that I would put all of my money on. I believe there’s no greater skill than the skill of making something tangible.
I’m not the type to float downstream, if you catch my drift.
Feel my vibe?
With that said, Malcolm Gladwell put forth the premise that to become an expert in any field you must dedicate a minimum of 10 000 hours to your craft. What if your craft is living? Imagine what an expert you’d become at life if you were dedicated to living until you were no longer alive. I’ve had time to curiously explore avenues, mediums, cities, societies and disciplines. I’m looking to make my life experience cohesive. This time, I’m looking for my outlet, an outlet I’ve been eagerly seeking. An application for everything I’ve acquired along the way and problems for me to solve. My determined impatience is fueled by the fear of an idea expiring, but I hold extreme patience with process. I value; design as a commodity, design to be consumed and particularly – design for conversation. My goal is to create something that has people saying, “that’s so true.” My other goal is to create something that has people saying, “yeah right,” but then persuade them otherwise. Progress thrives on the doubters. I like convincing doubters of the impossible, the unfamiliar, and that the unpredictable solutions are the forces to be reckoned with. The great ideas of the world began as the underdogs, and someone has to let them out. I want to collaborate and be a part of something with such value and modest clout.
You know the phrase ‘you kill yourself just to feel alive?’ I’m looking for that challenge.