33 years later…

Next Steps!

After 33 years in NY and 32 years of my 7th Ave Park Slope Apt, I took advantage of the second year of the pandemic and moved to south of Richmond. More updates soon, but my hearts at 70 7th Ave forever!

dust mites

So a few years back I was pulled in to visualize this dustmite tactic for one of the teams - I did some really fun takes on romantic moods and dustmites. The purple one with the appearing mite is for a lenticular execution. Enjoy!

post 20th anniversary blues

So last year was my 20th year in the FCB network, I started out as a midnight to 3 am freelancer and got hired for a night shift studio artist role back in sept 1999. i worked with a lot of great people back then who I've not seen in decades, Susie, Nanette, Mark- lots of cool smart people finding their way around a corporate world. After about 7 years, I transitioned to creative as an art director and been doing that for 12 years plus now.
For the next few weeks I'll be showcasing some of the fun things I got to work on that I can share here.

First up, this mural for the global awards, which if I am remembering correctly, I was on-boarded specifically to make the hideous one from the previous year just look like even more garbage. Mission accomplished.

giant sized version

Tom started a Tumblr

it features friends from the early years of NYC. I got here in Jan of 1988, I met Tom and Karen in summer of 1989. Lots of missing faces and missed connections here these days, but we sure had dreams back then. I love you wall.

https://bigenoughpeiceofcakeorwhat.tumblr.com/

Biscuit Remembered

We are missing you.
GOD forever youall.

Club USA nightclub flyer I drew w/wacom pad into my centris 660AV. Those days.

The Hall of Mirrors

When I was in high school I was on the debate and forensic teams. Our school teams were managed by the librarian, Pat Brown, who was a serious mentor to me in my teen years.
I remember us driving in fractured groups to a meet in Tennessee. I was with Bobby Kingery and Robin Robertson, who were a platonic couple through those years. My main memory of the trip was the winding roads up the side of the mountain, the slow electric musicbox feeling of that Kraftwerk album and the sheets of white snow layering a dreamlike atmosphere to the trip.

Culling that record collection.

So after a decade of "wanting to do" I finally got off ass to do something with the excess vinyl I've been bequeathed with over the years. Id passed about 10-12 crates worth to Garnett while he was still with us in the slope so he could sell them on the sidewalk and make something, but that was scratching the surface. Last week I took the initiative and ordered 25 13" boxes to pack away the doubles and gifts, the bad purchases and all the acts I was supposed to like but never ended up taking a shine.

Parallel to that, work has been challenging at my 20th year at "the agency" A supervisor AD gave me a cute little sketchbook for the holiday and I've been using it to do some analog sketching, Ill be sharing those here over the next weeks, with a little backgrounder on what the drawing was supposed to be referencing. This first one is me climbing up and down pulling records to pack up, the year here is 2019.